"Mafia Ting" lyrics

It's that time, my nizzles
Where's all my Mafia dons?
Where's my Bluku riders?
Brr-Brr

When I jump on the mic
It's like when I jump on a bike
'Cause I got the bike that you like
The colour green is bright (Exclusive!)
Gyal wan' jump on the Mafia
Juicy like Three Six Mafia
With my bike, I couldn't be happier
(Yeah)
Man can't handle the bars
I got my Bluku pads on my handlebars
And I got Bluku seats as well
You should come to my concert, get some seats as well (Come on, come on)
(Budda bop-bop) When I ride my bike I got skill
And I put it in click gear when I gotta go up the hill (Hill)
I think my [?] handle wheelie (Wheelie)
Bluku riders make it look easy (Easy)

Call the gang, let's go on a ride out (Ride out, ride out)
Tell everyone bring their bike out (Bike out, bike out)
It's a Mafia ting
I got the streets on lock on a Mafia ting

Everyone knows that bike life, bike life
Everyone knows that bike life matters
Bill up a, bill up a big boy big boy
Bill up a, bill up a big boy fatters
When my riders are riding out
They never get knackered
Yeah, I got the streets on lock on a Mafia ting

All day every day, bike rider
All day every day, bike rider
[?] wheels, pump up the tire
I'm tryna get the bunny hop higher (Higher)
Gyaldem know man are hot fire
Yeah, the gyaldem know man are hot fire (Fire)
I got the bike that you desire
I got the bike that you desire
It's man like
If you ever see my bike on sight
Anyone there try touching my bike better protect your organ, protect your pipe
Let's go this way, let's make a left
Let's go this way, let's make a right
Through the alley and the alley is tight
And it's off, off into the
Budda bop bop

Good food, man are serving meals on wheels (Wheels)
Just give me 5 minutes and my rider will be there still (Still)
Got the cali, and it's coming in sealed (Sealed)
Beef? Just give me 2 minutes I'mma (Ooh, ooh)

I've murked more than a hundred mics and the gang [?] more than a hundred bikes
Man don't care 'bout your 100 likes
Them man are just gassed up and hyped
Mana mana make a man walk on eggshells
Lyrically make a man walk on a hundred spikes
Talking shit about me, I don't like
I'll make a quick [?], it's alright
(Brr, brr)

Tell the gang let's go on a ride out (Ride out, ride out, let's go)
Tell everyone bring their bike out (Bike out, bike out)
It's a Mafia ting
I got the streets on lock on a Mafia ting (It's a Mafia ting!)
On a Mafia ting (A Mafia ting!)
On a Mafia ting
I got the streets on lock on a Mafia ting (On lock!)
Mafia ting (A Mafia ting!)
It's a Mafia ting
I got the streets on lock, ooh ooh