Текст песни
Mafia Trap House.
We run the block.
Watch your step.
Sliding through the city in a matte black Jeep,
Trap house open and we playing for keeps.
Heavy on the pedal, dodging all the feds,
Money on the table, counting up the deads.
Dark violin playing right inside your brain,
Mafia ties, yeah we breaking the chain.
Sliding 808 gonna shake the whole street,
Got the whole city bowing down to the feet.
Load it up, lock it down...
We the kings of the town...
Mafia Trap House, stepping in the zone!
Ain't nobody safe when we taking the throne!
Bass sliding heavy, knocking down the door,
Give 'em what they want, then we giving 'em more!
Yeah, we out here! Yeah, we sliding!
No talking, strictly business on the phone,
If you ain't family, leave it all alone.
Gritty on the streets, cold in the veins,
Making our rules, breaking all the chains.
Fast flow, drill beat, hitting like a truck,
Step into our world, boy, you out of luck.
Mafia Trap House, stepping in the zone!
Ain't nobody safe when we taking the throne!
Bass sliding heavy, knocking down the door,
Give 'em what they want, then we giving 'em more!
Yeah.
Keep it moving.
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