Mafia (3x)
Saran wrapping bales

Saran wrapping bales, I bet you can't smell
My little homie thugging we yelling fuck 12
We knocking heads off on whoever tattle-tale
Welcome to the dope game this is not a fairy tale
We still running round with a pocket full of dope and a digital scale
I'm getting stupid bands bitch you can't tell
Posted on the south side where all the Gs ride
I got bags of broccoli and whole pies

Chorus (2x):
Cars in and out looking like a drive-through
I be in the kitchen but I'm not cooking stew
Saran Wrap it twice so the smell don't go through
Saran Wrap it, Saran Wrap it fool

Kali Kush all in my chest my attitude is fuck the rest
These hoes want me to save 'em like a S was on my chest
I want the money and the power nothing more nothing less
He fronting me 100 and he put me to the test
I work the streets boy
I keep a tool boy
Hear me on the chirp, not that Android
I came from the slums where motherfuckers starving
They don't wanna see a young Mexicano balling

(Chorus 2x)

I'm a down south ese with a K moving yay
Label say work on your mixtape but I'm busy making plays
If you on that pussy shit then you might not like my tape
It's for the young bosses that love gunplay
Mafia mafia mafia
Don't try me dog I put a hole in you
'Cause it's money over bitches that's the formula
I don't know you dog so I can't fuck with you

(Chorus 2x)