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MaxThaDemon – The Godfather Lyrics

The Godfather By MaxThaDemon

Stop chattin’ not into the back talk
Have my demons come slide with they mask off
One call and I’ll send out my task force (gang, gang, gang)
Diss on gang then you got what you ask for (gang, gang, gang)
Knock twice when we shoot through the back door
Try to run couple guns take his back off
If I miss little bro he gon’ blast off (gang, gang, gang)
Stand over bodies we pulling our mask off (gang, gang, gang)

Another mission, talking hot on the gang tell my brother bliss him
Put some demons in traffic a couple Smith’n’s
Hit his head up with shells got his body twitchin’
Come spend through, then we spin the pack
You can’t talk on my name it got strings attached
Put BA on a drill he gon’ shoot first
When he fire they gon’ drop ain’t no clickin’ back
It’s not safe you get put on a new shirt
Then it’s back on the block, where my sinners at
Block, all my drillers at
Can’t talk on the net we not into that
Talk on the net we gon’ learn where you livin at
Gon’ drive-thru, put a bitch on your body come find you
I can’t play with my life she gon’ die too
Anytime that you score we get times two and that’s real shit
On my life we the kings of this drill shit
All of my opps never spun, never drill shit
If they did only hit, never kill shit
Homicide when we slide I’mma spill shit
We not deep call up Black for the kill switch
You don’t know all the pain that we deal with (gang, gang, gang)
Little bro could’ve bodied him, field shit (gang, gang, gang)
Drop a thumb and get filled up with steel shit (gang, gang, gang)

Stop chattin’ not into the back talk
Have my demons come slide with they mask off
One call and I’ll send out my task force (gang, gang, gang)
Diss on gang then you got what you ask for (gang, gang, gang)
Knock twice when we shoot through the back door
Try to run couple guns take his back off
If I miss little bro he gon’ blast off (gang, gang, gang)
Stand over bodies we pulling our mask off (gang, gang, gang)

Mask off, game time, getting ready, don’t play, get laid, too deep, two semi’s
Slide here get shots like Henny
Can’t play in the streets I done seen too many
All the stuff that I saw in these cold streets
All these moms loosing son over old beef
I done seen all my shooters get no sleep
Cause they slidin’ for gang for the whole week
That’s no cap, all the shots that we threw, never throw back
Turn your bro into pictures and throwbacks
We take one off the map tell ’em hold that
Remember nights on the floor in our old trap
Had no money to eat just a smoke pack
Where the opps? On my dick, they not on shit
On the court I’mma shoot like I’m Novaks
Shooters they tote that

Stop chattin’ not into the back talk
Have my demons come slide with they mask off
One call and I’ll send out my task force (gang, gang, gang)
Diss on gang then you got what you ask for (gang, gang, gang)
Knock twice when we shoot through the back door
Try to run couple guns take his back off
If I miss little bro he gon’ blast off (gang, gang, gang)
Stand over bodies we pulling our mask off (gang, gang, gang)