Playa Fly - Flizy Comin' (Triple Bitch Mafia Pt.2) lyrics

Triple, triple, triple, triple

Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia

Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy

Fli-Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin

Hangin low cheefin high, time to make you bitches cry

Triple bitches talkin shit, fuck you hoes are gonna die

Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettiness

Break the law so super slaw, boy you can't compare to this

Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes

A fifth of tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blow

Now the fuck you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheese

Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B.

Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house

Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout

Nigga its official when I get'cha they gone miss you punk

Tie you to niggaz bump but busta you won't reach the trunk

Crunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies numb

Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some

Just cause you crave, me so great times a stoppin ya

Proppin ya, droppin da triple bitch mafia

[Chorus:]

Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin

Three six runnin

[x4]

Man I wish you playaz would, do the shit you clam you could

Stillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my fuckin hood

Busta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sack

I hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky pack

In others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya fuckin heart stop

Drop to ya fuckin guns, leave you reachin for ya glocks

Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air side

Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line

Crime on my mind yo its murder and I'm on them slopes

Any bitches clamin sixes ho you goin up in smoke

As I hear them country raps, comin from a Crunchy Blac

Man you soundin super wack and Fly know who behind that

Pranksta Boo, ho you through, ho I gotta get you too

Facial featchers favor hell ugly duckling of the crew

And to you, you handicap bitch ya I'm watchin ya

Flizy gone assassinate the triple bitch mafia

[Chorus x4]

Roasten toasten triple duck, triple tradin set it up

Runnin felony or jack, fuck around and get it stuck

Fuck feelin fucked now what's up, put you on the spot

Triple six is sayin shit, marks would pass them plastic glocks

Put the pistol in yo face, if you run fuck the chase

Hollow tips would stop the pop and lemon pillers win the race

Catch a case I never wrote, smoke to keep it on the low

Busta talkin off the map, wonder do yo rollas know

Tricky Ricky Scarecrow, cooler then his clan though

Riden wit the triple bitch is but ana 'ho

Now you know, and to you, busta bitch call up Koop

Talk so weakly to that bitch, now that ho is runnin you

Juicy clam he smokin sqaures playa know you a lie

As we cheefed them mega blunts, I thought you was bout to die

Now I'm stayin super high and raisin trigger itch

If you keep on talkin shit, I'll triple fix a triple bitch

[Chorus x6]

[Talking until end of song]