Maserati (Explicit) - Foolie/YNW Melly
12 Hunna on the beat
Aye
Shoutout Jackwood
You know Mafia shoutout to my cousin
Bollie and my uncle big magic ya know
Pull up wit a mudaf**kin' 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 dicks
He say that he on it I know he a b***h
And that s**t ain't legit
And if a n***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 n***a beat trial
B***h n***a stop it I'm higher than you though
You better go check all my ladders
Check all my ladders
These n***as be talkin' like they really on it
You diss me but b***h I'm not mad at ya
These n***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 n***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
Bullets strikin' that n***a like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin' lil b***h
Pull up wit a mudaf**kin' foreign car it's a maserati
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 dicks
Glocks with them dicks
He say that he on it I know he a b***h
And that s**t ain't legit
And if a n***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 n***a beat trial
B***h n***a stop it I'm higher than you though
You better go check all my ladders
These n***as be talkin' like they really on it
You diss me but b***h I'm not mad at ya
Mad at ya mad at ya
'Cause this the ROBEERY robbery b***h
And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire
Peeps they finally let a n***a out
Now these diamonds on my f**kin' couch
Got yo b***h on my f**kin' couch
Lakers in her weight
Balenciaga loafers in her mouth
I make the b***h suck my toes
All of these b***hes gon' suck on the dick when
I f**k 'cause she gon Melly pole
She wanna f**k the team she wanna f**k the gang yeah
All of this ice on my maf**kin' neck like
I'm Gucci Mane ya dig
Pull up wit a mudaf**kin' foreign car it's a maserati
Maserati
Don't play with the clique don't play with blood
They gon' catch a body
Catch a body
We ride through your house with a whole
Lot of stick with them
Glocks with them dicks
Glocks with them dicks
He say that he on it I know he a b***h
And that s**t ain't legit
That s**t ain't legit
And if a n***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 n***a beat trial
B***h n***a stop it I'm higher than you though
You better go check all my ladders
These n***as be talkin' like they really on it
You diss me but b***h
I'm not mad at ya