[Intro] [radio crackle + chopped & screwed DJ riff] Da white boy… (white boy… boy… boy…) Done did it again… (again… gain…) [dramatic build + heavy 808 slide] Trap Beat Murder Mafia… T.B.M.M Whiteboy! (boy… boy… boy…) Yeah… let’s go! [Verse 1] Whiteboy smoke a whole lot, got the city on fire, Hypeboy dope, everybody know I’m populuh, We poppin’ ’em, droppin’ ’em, ain’t no stoppin’ us, Murder Mafia, T.B.M.M — we runnin’ it up. Leanin’ in the Caddy, candy paint drippin’ wet, Honey fiendin’ for the vibe, she ain’t finished yet, Bent up, money sent, wrist look like a light show, Swerve through the city, mafia flags on the low. [Hook] Speakers poppin’, tweeters screamin’, bass droppin’ heavy, We do this often, ballin’ like Lofton, silk shockin’ ready, Pimpin’ popular, murda beat mafia — we rock wit’ ya, No stoppin’ us, mafia, mafia — we locked wit’ ya! [Chorus] Whiteboy in the trap, whiteboy in the club, Whiteboy got the city turnt, showin’ mad love, Murder Mafia takin’ over, hear the bass thump, T.B.M.M — we the squad, we never fold up! (White… boy… white… boy…) Mafia! Mafia! (Yeah!) [Verse 2] (New original) Pull up with the squad, windows tinted, speakers blastin’, Whiteboy steppin’ out, designer on, diamonds flashin’, They talk behind my back but smile when I’m in the spot, I just laugh, pour up more, watch the whole club rock. From the dirt to the top, I turned pain into power, Every hater get devoured, every minute I devour, Caddy on them 24s, leanin’ like a tower, Murder Mafia forever — we the ones they coward for. [Bridge] [Slower, half-sung + heavy reverb] Yeah… they tried to count me out… But the white boy brought the whole damn house… Now the bass hittin’ harder… crowd gettin’ louder… T.B.M.M — we run it for life… [Hook] Speakers poppin’, tweeters screamin’, bass droppin’ heavy, We do this often, ballin’ like Lofton, silk shockin’ ready, Pimpin’ popular, murda beat mafia — we rock wit’ ya, No stoppin’ us, mafia, mafia — we locked wit’ ya! [Chorus] Whiteboy in the trap, whiteboy in the club, Whiteboy got the city turnt, showin’ mad love, Murder Mafia takin’ over, hear the bass thump, T.B.M.M — we the squad, we never fold up! [Outro] [Chopped & screwed + radio crackle fade] White… boy… (boy… boy…) Murder… Mafia… Mafia… T.B.M.M… we done did it again… (Adlibs: “Yeah!”, “Whiteboy!”, “Mafia!”, heavy bass hits)
