[Intro: CrashJordy & Comethazine]
This Hench Mafia, bitch
Get your ass hit with the grip
Bitch, it's Hench Mafia
Hit a n***a with a Russian AK-47
Bitch-ass n***a

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh (Boom)
Face in the guillotine, chop his head off, slice him up (Come here)
Bitch, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh (No)
Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible
But the Lord cannot save you (No)

[Verse]
Send the preacher's son to the grave, too (Come here)
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 n***as reckless, don't wan' know what they do
Ship them rockets out here from Texas, you can tell how they shoot
Pockets skinny, look anorexic, he forgot to eat breakfast
Fed that n***a some Texas toast, this Texas TEC to his nose
Embroidered Bawskee on a hoodie, not no regular clothes (No)
And all my bitches are tens, these not no regular hoes (No)
I blow so much dro, and boy, this not no regular smoke (No)
XD up in my pocket, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo and he gone (Boom)
Ain't nothin' changed, bitch, I still feel right when I do wrong (Oh yeah)
It's one change, just the paper, it was short, now it's long (Oh yeah)
The one witness was the neighbor, now that nosy bitch gone
[Chorus]
Bitch, it's Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh (Boom)
Face in the guillotine, chop his head off, slice him up (Come here)
Bitch, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh (No)
Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible
But the Lord cannot save you

[Outro]
But the Lord cannot save you