Maserati (feat. Foolie)

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 mothafuckin' 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 bitch 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

Bitch 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 bitch 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

Bullets strikin' that nigga like lightnin'

Watch me hop out the tesla truck

Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bitch

Pull up with a mothafuckin' 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 bitch 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

Bitch 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 bitch I'm not mad at ya

'Cause it's a r-o-b-b-e-r-y (robbery, bitch)

And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire

Peeps they finally let a nigga out

Now these diamonds on my fuckin' couch

Got yo' bitch on my fuckin' couch

Balenciaga, lakers in the wait

Balenciaga loafers in her mouth

I make the bitch suck my toes

All of these bitches gon' suck on the dick

When I fuck cause she gon' menopause

She wanna fuck the team, she wanna fuck the gang (yeah)

All of this ice on my mothafuckin' neck

Like I'm Gucci mane (ya dig, yuh)

Pull up with a mothafuckin' 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 bitch 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

Bitch 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 bitch I'm not mad at ya