Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grand Hustle Mafia, artist - Young Dro. Date of issue: 17.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grand Hustle Mafia |
| Khao |
| Man, you know these niggas watch us, man (Real shit) |
| I said, Khao, they watchin' us, man |
| (Young Dro) |
| But they know this shit mafia! |
| They gon' love this shit here, man |
| Check, ay |
| Ay look! |
| Ain’t no stoppin' us, Grand Hustle Mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| What you know 'bout shark meat, squid and tilapia? |
| clock it up, I know them haters watchin' us |
| Grand Hustle Mafia, we way on the top of ya |
| Alligator dark meat, caviar, we mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| Suckas can’t copy us, I know them haters watchin' us |
| Ain’t no stoppin' us, Grand Hustle Mafia |
| Mercedes coupe, I got three 6's like the Mafia |
| One phone call and now the morgue on top of ya |
| What you know 'bout shark meat, perch and tilapia? |
| Evrybody watchin' us and everybody jockin' us |
| One don’t shin, bitch, everybody popular! |
| Pimp Squad ride hard, foreign car poppin' up |
| Yeah, man, we got you, bruh, Grand Hustle copier |
| Screens start flippin' and you know my top missin' |
| I got the ruler with me, nigga, 29 inches |
| My paint start drippin', I’m Gorilla Wood grippin' |
| I’m comin' down tippin', me and 3rd on a mission |
| Show floor Cutlass fit, Stingray engine |
| The pockets of the Mafia, a hundred, hundred with me |
| Cartier fit the 20 with my pinky, wrist chillin' |
| Light-headed niggas start chicka-chicka-checkin' |
| Ay look! |
| Ain’t no stoppin' us, Grand Hustle Mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| What you know 'bout shark meat, squid and tilapia? |
| clock it up, I know them haters watchin' us |
| Grand Hustle Mafia, we way on the top of ya |
| Alligator dark meat, caviar, we mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| Suckas can’t copy us, I know them haters watchin' us |
| OK, I know the Feds watchin' us, they tappin' me, they after me |
| Hannah in the 'Lac with me and Dolly in the back with me |
| the V, hoes can’t believe I’m talkin' Japanese |
| Bankhead nigga, up in Germany they ask for me |
| K, I’m more than a rapper, B, I do a lil' actin', B |
| Get a brick for 10, I’ll do a lil' trappin', B |
| Ralph Lauren model, put the Polo on clasically |
| Bright colors, watch me, I’m fresher than a drop V |
| What you know 'bout Pappadeaux alligator dark meat |
| Shrimp, calamari, fish cod on the barbie |
| My broad look like Barbie, daughter got about a G |
| Dro got it, nigga, Casa Nostra, play your part, B |
| Bitch, we all got a hundred thousand-dollar Harley |
| The feds thought they gunned me, I’m out, bitch, one week! |
| Out before the sunset, under the shade of palm trees |
| Grand Hustle Mafia, my game well-toned, G! |
| Ay look! |
| Ain’t no stoppin' us, Grand Hustle Mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| What you know 'bout shark meat, squid and tilapia? |
| clock it up, I know them haters watchin' us |
| Grand Hustle Mafia, we way on the top of ya |
| Alligator dark meat, caviar, we mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| Suckas can’t copy us, I know them haters watchin' us |
| Ay, fam, Burke Rental Trans Am |
| Your bitch, we gone |
| She fuckin' with the man there, my fish don’t hit the pan there |
| Raw shit, good sushi chain, hands down |
| Amsterdam flight, matter of fact I’m 'bout to land now |
| Pimp Squad boys got a mansion, what you said now? |
| Ain’t shit changed, still got them choppers layin' round |
| To the morgue I’m married, I’m 'bout to go to Paris |
| Larry, you know I keep a bad bitch |
| Your hoes look like rat shit, toes got that plaque shit |
| While you lovin' track tricks, I ride like a trooper do |
| Paint the Chevy silver blue and show you what the roof’ll do |
| Thought it was a hard top, when it come apart, drop |
| Ice cubes, remember, different whips, still chicken pot |
| Really hot, nigga think he hotter but he really not |
| One phone call to the morgue, we’ll clear it out! |
| Ay look! |
| Ain’t no stoppin' us, Grand Hustle Mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| What you know 'bout shark meat, squid and tilapia? |
| clock it up, I know them haters watchin' us |
| Grand Hustle Mafia, we way on the top of ya |
| Alligator dark meat, caviar, we mafia |
| One phone call, now the morgue on top of ya |
| Suckas can’t copy us, I know them haters watchin' us |
| Check this out, man |
| You know how this shit go, man, you know this shit get mafia on your head so |
| quick, man |
| I’m on, man |
| I got piranhas that’ll eat you |
| Hood hood, do it, do it, do it |
| Ay, do it, do it, do it |
| Grand Hustle Mafia |
| We good, good good |
| Do it, do it, do it |
| Do it, do it, do it |
| Hey |