Artist: Comethazine Album: Bawskee 3.5 Song: Hench Mafia Typed by: AZ Lyrics This Hench Mafia, bitch Get yo' ass hit with the grip Bitch, it's Hench Mafia Hit a nigga with a russian AK-47 Bitch-ass niggas Bitch, it's Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh Face in the guillotine, chop his head, I slice him up (C'mere) Bitch, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible But the lord cannot save you Send the preacher's son to the grave too 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 want know what they do Ship them rockets out here from Texas, you can tell how they shoot Pockets skinny, look at him [?], 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 And all my bitches are 10s, these not no regular hoes I blow so much dope, and boy, this not no regular smoke XD up in my pocket, "Du-du-du-du-du" and he gone Ain't nothin' changed, bitch, I still feel right when I do wrong It's one change, just the paper, it was short, now it's long The one witness was the neighbor, now that nosy bitch gone Bitch, it's Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh Face in the guillotine, chop his head, I slice him up (C'mere) Bitch, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible But the lord cannot save you But-but the lord cannot save you