"Italian Mob Beat" lyrics
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Little bro said "Chill out, kick back and just do the math"
You ain't gonna win a war beefin' with a super grass
Back to slappin' graft, doin' laps with the food and cash
Pull up on these flappers with the gang and they just do the dash
My team stick together, we don't give a fuck who they bring
We all bleed the same blood, get smoked like a Super King
Steppin' on some steppers, wrap em up, call it riz and cling
Hitta's posted up in Brum and go with the fiz in bing
The fame could've brought new friends but I just stay down
Broken bummy days, trappin' hard to some Blade Brown
I'm from South Manny, get you wigged like its capetown
Thirty bags will leave your dick in the dirt, face down
Got so much to lose but I still sleep in the T
Double burst 9's, flaky cream and the best B
Stardawg, Spanish haze, Cali, come and check me
I'm the man with the green jackets like its Tetley
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
This Louis V holds 30, shoulda got the next size
Use that ***** for a hot ****, need a next ride
Used to be the gang, now he's steppin' with some next guys
Death before dishonour, makes sense why he's tellin' lies
Ten waps put down with 10 up in each clip
Floatin' over Barton Bridge with couple bricks in the whip
Chase that cheddar 24's, you know I've gotta make it flip
Throw this **** a key bugs and watch him just let it rip
Shottin' stones in my ends so I left him bleedin'
Real trappers double tap their scales, get the real reading
Sweets biting on the plastic like a baby teethin'
Up n' down, round n' round, gotta get these sales speedin'
Young gunners in the field and they're tryna get these boulders gone
Never took advantage of a younger, put my olders on
Play your cards right, they're worth money like a Pokemon
Searchin' for that 10/10 brown like a golden one
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Little bro said "Chill out, kick back and just do the math"
You ain't gonna win a war beefin' with a super grass
Back to slappin' graft, doin' laps with the food and cash
Pull up on these flappers with the gang and they just do the dash
My team stick together, we don't give a fuck who they bring
We all bleed the same blood, get smoked like a Super King
Steppin' on some steppers, wrap em up, call it riz and cling
Hitta's posted up in Brum and go with the fiz in bing
The fame could've brought new friends but I just stay down
Broken bummy days, trappin' hard to some Blade Brown
I'm from South Manny, get you wigged like its capetown
Thirty bags will leave your dick in the dirt, face down
Got so much to lose but I still sleep in the T
Double burst 9's, flaky cream and the best B
Stardawg, Spanish haze, Cali, come and check me
I'm the man with the green jackets like its Tetley
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
This Louis V holds 30, shoulda got the next size
Use that ***** for a hot ****, need a next ride
Used to be the gang, now he's steppin' with some next guys
Death before dishonour, makes sense why he's tellin' lies
Ten waps put down with 10 up in each clip
Floatin' over Barton Bridge with couple bricks in the whip
Chase that cheddar 24's, you know I've gotta make it flip
Throw this **** a key bugs and watch him just let it rip
Shottin' stones in my ends so I left him bleedin'
Real trappers double tap their scales, get the real reading
Sweets biting on the plastic like a baby teethin'
Up n' down, round n' round, gotta get these sales speedin'
Young gunners in the field and they're tryna get these boulders gone
Never took advantage of a younger, put my olders on
Play your cards right, they're worth money like a Pokemon
Searchin' for that 10/10 brown like a golden one
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Ain't tryna life this life of sin, my blocka's really get it in
Got bros in the crack spot and bros livin' on the wing
Shotta's rollin' with the pack and shotta's rollin' with the ting
Opps that really hold it down and Opps that love to fuckin' sing
Writer(s): Jacob Daniel Jones, Olu Baba Tunde David Finni
