HENCH MAFIA - COMETHAZINE

This Hench Mafia, bitch

Get your ass hit with the grip

Bitch, it’s Hench Mafia

Hit a nigga with a Russian AK-47

Bitch-ass nigga

Bitch, it’s Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh (Boom)

Face in the guillotine, chop his head off, slice him up (Come here)

Bitch, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh (No)

Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible

But the Lord cannot save you (No)

Send the preacher’s son to the grave, too (Come here)

Harsh, but fuck it, pop told me to smoke 'em if them boys play you

If they snitchin', I choke 'em, get hit for tryna say who

Them Hench Mafia niggas reckless, don’t wan' know what they do

Ship them rockets out here from Texas, you can tell how they shoot

Pockets skinny, look anorexic, he forgot to eat breakfast

Fed that nigga some Texas toast, this Texas TEC to his nose

Embroidered Bawskee on a hoodie, not no regular clothes (No)

And all my bitches are tens, these not no regular hoes (No)

I blow so much dro, and boy, this not no regular smoke (No)

XD up in my pocket, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo and he gone (Boom)

Ain’t nothin' changed, bitch, I still feel right when I do wrong (Oh yeah)

It’s one change, just the paper, it was short, now it’s long (Oh yeah)

The one witness was the neighbor, now that nosy bitch gone

Bitch, it’s Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh (Boom)

Face in the guillotine, chop his head off, slice him up (Come here)

Bitch, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh (No)

Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible

But the Lord cannot save you

But the Lord cannot save you