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Maybach (EastMix)
Cool, I
just paint it blue Ooh, your bitch ate me too BlocBoy what's crackin'? I
had to do this shit Riding in a
mothafucking Maybach My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat Connect fronted some work, I
still ain't payed back Every snitch should die, on God I
hate rats Riding in a
mothafucking Maybach My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat Connect fronted some work, I
still ain't payed back Every snitch should die, on God I
hate rats Cool, I
just paint it blue Ooh, your bitch ate the
crew True, gang I
bang it too Do, what I
came to do Ice, water just splash in the
Patek I
caught him in traffic on Madison I
took his top off over some Khalid shit 600 start up automatic No response, I
act like I
don't hear that Told my bitch, bring a
friend ya'll can share that Head shot, aim, right where your beard at New Glock, shoot you right out your Air Max AMIRI and Off White, I
wear that Slippers on 'em blocks where you niggas scared at Everywhere I
go, my jewelry I
wear that Same club you front in, you end up dead at I'm sober [?], where the
meds at I'm not tryna go where the
feds at You jacking my bro 'til I
dead that Tell Don or Tee Grizz' send a
head tap I
bought a
Rover with my first check And I
ain't even went to work yet Catch an opp and leave his shirt wet How New York sound, yeah I
heard Flex BlocBoy that's my Grape Now I
got the
cops talking 'bout my tapes Scrap you in the
box, cause I'm gaining weight Pull up on the
plug, I
ain't tryna wait New Prada's with the
straps Call my niggas Fats, send another batch She give me head and get a
cab I'll come outside and get a
bag I
ain't talking bout the
dance, when me and Wiz did the
dab I
left kids in her mouth, she had your kids and you mad We got a
crib in the
South, and bought some whips with the
cash I
got a
stick in my bag, you play I'm unzipping it fast Riding in a
mothafucking Maybach My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat Connect fronted some work, I
still ain't payed back Every snitch should die, on God I
hate rats Riding in a
mothafucking Maybach My homie he fresh out he just did eight flat Connect fronted some work, I
still ain't payed back Every snitch should die, on God I
hate rats BlocBoy, my nigga I
fuck with the
Rover, you know what I
mean? It's Maybach season, my nigga Big boy toys and shit like that, blue lights, you dig? Feel like first-class in the
backseat Maybach My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat Every snitch should die, on God I
hate rats
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