40th Boys

Feat. 40-cal, a-mafia)

Its scram jones nigga

Yea, a-mafia nigga

40th boys

Its dipset

Purple city, duke the god

Ayo yall know how the fuck we do this shit

[chorus: x2]

Ayo

Now all my real niggas pop it off

Shoot em until his top come off

I'm gettin money so, i gotta floss

Cause im the boss

When i come out, the thugs come out

Stomp him out, till the blood come out

He frontin, let a slug come out

I'll show you what a thug about

[a-mafia:]

Yo, i see his face tightnin

But i aint with the face fightin

Try to imitate tyson

He gonna taste lightin(that fire nigga)

I see some gangstas on my right and the left of me

Keep the tech on me

Black gloves and a vest on me

Our jesus resurected

Tv's in the lexus

Breezy's wanna sex us

Freezy on the necklace

Its mafia (where)

A-mafia here

Throw your hands in the air for a-mafia yea

I start rumbles when i come through

Go bundle for bundle(pack for pack nigga)

I got some killas that'll come through and slump you

I hear them mumble, about the coke they got

Till them niggas ran in they spots,and broke they lock

These clown niggas wanna smoke a-maf

Now leave em on the floor

Catch him slippin while he in front of the corner store

But i aint goin out,(nope)homie im squeezin at you first,let off shots and leave you in a hurse

[chorus:]

Now all my real niggas pop it off

Shoot em until his top come off

I'm gettin money so, i gotta floss

Cause im the boss

When i come out, the thugs come out

Stomp him out, till the blood come out

He frontin, let a slug come out

I'll show you what a thug about

[40 cal.:]

Yea

All my real niggas pop at ya

40 and a-mafia

We gettin money ho, we popular

It get impossible to body ya

Photographers is watchin ya

My whole block hotter then somalia

40 shoot the hollow points

Hope your vest titanium

They dont want you in new york

Like the west side stadium

Schemin on your money, like a bedstuy

Atm

You beefin at 7, you dead by 8 p.m.

Internet chatroom thug

Niggas thinkin they wolves

But your heart pumpin racoon blood

But im rollin with them baboons cuz

Where we call it brain wash

Shoot your brains in the bathroom tub

I'll bring them crumb snatchers out

For a lump cash amount

We ride up cornerstore, got a dutchmaster drought

I'll make funkmaster shout

Its gonna be problems

Call me game, you'll be my new son up in harlem

Where we hustle fam, more bags than a luggage man,

Like box braids, keep my knots up in rubberbands

My wrist spring bling, my chain summer jam

You should see the hummer fam

The rims do the runnin man (damn)

[40 cal.:]

All my real niggas pop at ya

40 and a-mafia

We gettin money ho, we popular

It get impossible to body ya

Photographers is watchin ya

My whole block hotter then somalia

[a-mafia:]

Now all my real niggas pop it off

Shoot em until his top come off

I'm gettin money so, i gotta floss

Cause im the boss

When i come out, the thugs come out

Stomp him out, till the blood come out

He frontin, let a slug come out

I'll show you what a thug about