Maniac

(album: I GOT ISSUES - 2022)

They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
Half a millie on my neck, I'm rocking big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be tripping with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fucking on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that

Uh uh YG you changed
Ever since you been fucking with them superstar bitches

Saint Laurent drippin
That's how I'm feeling
Only thing changed is the drip
Bitch I'm chilling
Smellin like Tom ford
Looking like a million'
What you expect
I'm a star with stars in the ceiling
Riding by myself
I got the 40 and it's chrome
Everything else bussed down yellow gold
They like YG tryna come for your spot
I'm like how bitch
I'm sitting on the block not a throne
I'm in my own lane
I don't race from nerd nigga
I put bands in heads
Give you a headband nigga
All my bitches bad
They don't use filters
Your bitches made of plastic and got fillers
Fix yo wig, get your track write
Tired ass bitch, you look like last night
Whole lot of millions sold, I got my plaques write
I can tell you niggas ain't eat, get yo smack right

They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
Half a millie on my neck, I'm rocking big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be tripping with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fucking on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that

All this ice is kinda scary
All this ice is Ben and Jerry's
All this ice without no dairy
Woke up with some ice on my teeth, tooth fairy
Yea stunt on a bitch
Went from the gate, I'm tryna fuck
Keep it blunt on a bitch
She know what's up wit the clique
She know she gone in the morning
She tryna suck on some dick
If you ain't tryna fuck girl, I ain't mad at you
Chewing on some gum, I might spit it right at you
Talked her out her panties, she thought she was at chapel
The way I Mac hoes, I should be sponsored by Apple
Fuck all the opps, pop they tops like Snapple
The shooters wanna slide, you know I cover the travel
In the city I'm a nigga, bitch put up a statue
I got rich and start sending hittas at you

They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
Half a millie on my neck, I'm rocking big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be tripping with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fucking on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that