Maserati (feat. YNW Melly)

12 Hunna on the beat

Ay, shoutout Jackwood

You know (Mafia) shout out to my cousin

And my uncle, Big Magic, ya know?

Ay, ay, ay, ay, pull up with a muthafuckin' foreign, car is 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 **** try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die

'Cause I got killer on speed dial, and I wish my **** beat trial

Bitch ****, stop it, I'm higher than you though

You better go check all my ladders

These **** be talkin' like they really on it

You diss me, but, bitch, I'm not mad at ya

These **** wanna eat on my plate

Where was you when I was strugglin'?

Where was you when I was hustlin'?

I am not feelin' these ****

Feelin' like the mob, send a couple hits

Coolin' with my dawgs, just a couple crip

2-2-3s and them big F&Ns

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 and check out his white tee

We could scrabble up if you don't like me

Think you takin' my chain, that's unlikely

Bullets strikin' that **** like lightnin'

Watch me hop out the Tesla truck

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

Pull up with a muthafuckin' foreign, car is 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 **** try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die

'Cause I got killer on speed dial, and I wish my **** beat trial

Bitch ****, stop it, I'm higher than you though

You better go check all my ladders

These **** be talkin' like they really on it

You diss me, but, bitch, I'm not mad at you

'Cause this the R-O-B-B-E-R-Y (Robbery, bitch)

And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire

Peeps, they finally let a **** out

Now these diamonds on my fuckin' couch

Got yo bitch on my fuckin' couch

Balenciaga, Lakers, they can 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' Melly pole

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

All of this ice on my muhfuckin' neck like I'm Gucci Mane (Ya dig?)

Pull up with a muthafuckin' foreign, car is 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 **** try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die

'Cause I got killer on speed dial, and I wish my **** beat trial

Bitch ****, stop it, I'm higher than you though

You better go check all my ladders

These **** be talkin' like they really on it

You diss me, but, bitch, I'm not mad at ya