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comstock mafia - no sleep lyrics

[verse 1: dyllionaire & yanis]

tell the government to come and find me (woo)
i’m on the ascent they can’t stop me
fashion k!lla like rocky
and my spanish girl refers to me as “papi,” uh
csm run through the lobby
old girl tryna cuff me
she don’t know i’m a magician
i disappear like houdini
i be counting digits like a mathematician
wanna get specific? i’m far from fiction
still steady twisting like charles d-ckens
head on collision with the cash we driven
i hop out don’t tell the cops (don’t tell ’em)
me and the duke out the drop top
drop the dope straight in them bushes
police won’t find it even if they looking

[verse 2: troyce pitones]

ring ring on the telephone (ring ring)
i don’t love her though i just wanna bone (bone)
don’t f-ck with me when i’m in the zone (zone)
cuz that’s how i be when i stay alone (lone)
electric flow like pikachu (pika)
you got a guinness? i need a few (guinness)
you acting like i ain’t gonna _____
turn your -ss into front page news (pop pop pop)
all over the place you can’t trace me
you n-ggas can’t replace me (nah)
i’ll smoke you up like some laced weed (i’m high)
and dispose of all y’all hastily (yah)
this ain’t gta you can’t waste me (wasteman)
none of you f-ck n-ggas phase me (nah)
ldn where i lay at (yah)
hackney boy you can’t face that, uhh

[hook: yanis]

no sleep cuz we deep with the (mafia)
rolling weed smoking trees with the (mafia)
letting loose ain’t no truce with the (mafia)
with the, with the, with the (mafia) x2

[verse 3: yanis & dyllionaire]

on cruise control we skipping tolls (tolls)
whip cudi on ’em with them highs and lows (lows)
never lose sight of what we came for (for)
them top gun boys you can’t ignore (no)
i’m enigma like sasquatch (bah)
you need some sauce? well just watch (uh)
all i need is a couple islands (yuh)
y’all say y’all tough, but where y’all hiding (yuh)

[verse 4: dyllionaire & yanis]

so i skirt off like a prom dress
doing triple digits on the 94 (yuooon)
smoking cess up in the tesla
we ain’t got no limits nor a place to go
rip the illy got me feeling jiggy (jiggy)
hit the city got my boys with me
bumping diddy, pac, ye, & biggie
and a chick from sicily like wayne’s a milli

[hook: yanis]

no sleep cuz we deep with the (mafia)
rolling weed smoking trees with the (mafia)
letting loose ain’t no truce with the (mafia)
with the, with the, with the (mafia) x2

- comstock mafia lyrics

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