Mob Style - NIKOS

Flippin'

Cop cars over, I’m dippin' (yea)

Trippin'

Molotov all in yo business (yea)

Slippin'

Off with his head, it’s written

You got to understand, the people have to pay the price for peace

If you dare to struggle, you dare to win — if you dare not to struggle then God

dammit you don’t deserve to win

Let me say peace to ya' if you’re willing to fight for it

Let me say it in the spirit of liberation

I got the gas, I got the gas, rollin' that petrol

Back of the class, if I rock a mask then we finna tussle

We got the muscle, I will not Gucci my buckle

And you know the code, when you on the phone they all in yo huddle

Slick wit the lingo, off with the head of a king though

Machete te vere Domingo, off with the head of a gringo

Young flame out the fire pit, tell a sick pig eat a dick

Heard they runnin' up the bank roll, muhfucka you can die rich, yea

If you get popped then it’s no regard, outlined in chalk on the boulevard

Old fool in a house of cards, ducked the crib in the Hamptons we’ll still toss

em off of Hudson Yards

They know it’s lit, soon as it hit, put the flame to his bodyguards

Blood on my enemies drippin' (yea)

Flippin'

Cop cars over, I’m dippin' (yea)

Trippin'

Molotov all in yo business (yea)

Slippin'

Off with his head, it’s written

When I leave, you can remember I said with the last words on my lips,

that I am a revolutionary

I’m am the people, I’m not the pig — you’ve got to make a distinction

And the people are going to have to attack the pigs, the people are going to

have to stand up against the pigs