Short Hair Mafia Anthem

Oh my God her hair!

I got a bad bitch, wrap her up in plastic
Lookin' like a chocolate, Valentine's candy
Lookin' at your frame width
Look at what she came with
Fitted with a short cut
But she's still my main bitch
Brain like Cambridge
Smokin' on some dank shit
Money speak a language, Benjamin Franklin
Kudos to my ex hoe, onto the next hoe
She can have my kitty
But she ain't touchin' the checks though
OVO & XO pink juice, sippin' on a double cup
Living like a motherfuckin' villain
I'm chillin', I'm chillin'
I'm posted and my bitches roll it
Up so perfect and we blowin', now we chokin'
I ain't jokin', check the hashtag
Hatchback, Fat Man
Goin', goin', gone and I ain't comin' back
Back the pigs 'round the corner, nigga
Put it in your backpack
I'm bad for they health
Now they fuckin' with that Aflac

Short hair mafia, if you with it, stand up
All my bitches with the short cut
Put your fuckin' hands up (Uh)
P-P-P-Put your fuckin' hands up
Short hair mafia, put your fuckin' hands up
And cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, snip, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut, snip

You missed a spot damn, I look good, ah hah!