Maserati歌詞

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 motha****in' 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 di*ks
He say that he on it I know he a bi**h and that s**t ain't legit
And if a ni**a try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my ni**a eat trial
Bi**h ni**a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude
These ni**as be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but ***** I'm not mad at ya
These ni**as wan' eat on my plate
Where was you when I was strugglin'
Where was you when I was husslin'
I am not feelin' these ni**as
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
******s strikin' that ni**a like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bi**h
Pull up with a motha****in' 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 di*ks
He say that he on it I know he a ***** and that s**t ain't legit
And if a ni**a try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my ni**a beat trial
***** ni**a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude
These ni**as be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but ***** I'm not mad at ya
'Cause it's a R-O-B-B-E-R-Y (Robbery, *****)
And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire
Peeps they finally let a ni**a out
Now these diamonds on my ****in' couch
Got yo' ***** on my ****in' couch
Balenciaga, lakers in the wiggaait
Balenciaga loafers in her mouth
I make the ***** suck my toes
All of these *****es gon' suck on the d**k when I **** cause she gon' menopause
She wanna **** the team, she wanna **** the gang (Yeah)
All of this ice on my motha****in' neck like I'm Gucci Mane (Ya dig, yuh)
Pull up with a motha****in' 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 di*ks
He say that he on it I know he a ***** and that s**t ain't legit
And if a ni**a try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my ni**a beat trial
***** ni**a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude
These ni**as be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but ***** I'm not mad at yaus
姝岃瘝鏉ヨ嚜Genius