Maserati

12 Hunna on the beat Aye, haha (Shoutout Jackwood) You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin (Foolie) and my uncle big magic ya know (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Pull up with a mother****ing foreign car, it's a Maserati Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them d**ks He say that he on it I know he a b***h and that shit ain't legit And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my nigga eat trial B***h nigga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude These niggas be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but b***h I'm not mad at ya These niggas wan' eat on my plate Where was you when I was strugglin' Where was you when I was husslin' I am not feelin' these niggas Feelin' like the mob send a couple hits Coolin' with my dogs just a couple crip 223's and them big F&N's Me and Melly really runnin' to them bands NP keep that MP he gon' shoot that thing until it's empty Cause we run up a check in this white tee We could scrabble up if you don't like me Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely Niggas strikin' that nigga like lightnin' Watch me hop out the Tesla truck Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' b***h Pull up with a mother****ing foreign car, it's a Maserati Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them d**ks He say that he on it I know he a b***h and that shit ain't legit And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my nigga beat trial B***h nigga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude These niggas be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but b***h I'm not mad at ya 'Cause it's a R-O-B-B-E-R-Y (Robbery, b***h) And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire Peeps they finally let a nigga out Now these diamonds on my ****ing couch Got yo' b***h on my ****ing couch Balenciaga, lakers in the wiggaait Balenciaga loafers in her mouth I make the b***h suck my toes All of these b*****s gon' suck on the d**k when I cum cause she gon' menopause She wanna **** the team, she wanna **** the gang (Yeah) All of this ice on my mother****ing neck like I'm Gucci Mane (Ya dig, yuh) Pull up with a mother****ing foreign car, it's a Maserati Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them d**ks He say that he on it I know he a b***h and that shit ain't legit And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my nigga beat trial B***h nigga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude These niggas be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but b***h I'm not mad at yaus 姝岃瘝鏉ヨ嚜Genius