Songtexte collateral damage - Maurii

I got rich nigga spending habits
Pull up magic, 69 shots, hit your head top, I'm just counting guap
I can't even picture what they talkin' bout, unless it's bout some money
I'm the sickest on this mic, but my nose ain't runnin

Yeah, it'll all get tragic
Hit his block, poof, disappear like magic
Bro just popped a pill, I seen he can't manage
He been dozing all day, collateral damage

Ughh, my whip so nasty
We blew his brains up in the V, like damn that's tragic
Like ughh, lil' mama, she so classy
But i'm just tryna hit and puts kids all in her belly
Hold on shorty, come get active with me, sum like aerobics
Hold on shorty, come and put it on me, like we doin' yoga
Hell no, we can't switch positions, I'm just gettin' in it

Put your legs by your head, I'ma stretch ya like a PT
I aint fuckin' with these pussy niggas, man they can't see me
Sum like Stevie, blind em with them VVs
Fuck a nigga bitch, send her back with a bag and some racks

Told her she could come back anytime, matter fact
Its more where that came from, its more racks up in the back
If your nigga get to tweakin' on me, I'ma get him splat
I won't do no talkin' with him, catch him comin' out his crib
Hollow tips they filled em up, hit that bitch until he flip

I need racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, racks
Try me, you'll get splat, splat, splat, splat
Lobby, you'll get sent back, back, back
The sound of that glock could give your mama a heart attack

I got rich nigga spending habits
Pull up magic, 69 shots, hit your head top, I'm just counting guap
I can't even picture what they talkin' bout, unless it's bout some money
I'm the sickest on this mic, but my nose ain't runnin

Yeah, it'll all get tragic
Hit his block, poof, disappear like magic
Bro just popped a pill, I seen he can't manage
He been dozing all day, collateral damage

Ughh, my whip so nasty
We blew his brains up in the V, like damn that's tragic
Like ughh, lil' mama, she so classy
But i'm just tryna hit and puts kids all in her belly

Ughh, oh my god, I'm so fried
With your bitch and she want me for the feel all on her body
Ughh, oh my god, I'm so fried
We got bullets, we collide with your whip and you die

Ughh, pick your mans up
All these bodies droppin' shit, startin' to look like dandruff
Oh my mans, knocked your mans off, that's a coin toss

Heads, that's gon' get you knocked off, we pick both options
That ain't fair, but we don't care
All my niggas, they catch you goin' up your stairs
Send him straight to the heaven gates, he got more to go
Oh you died? shouldn't a dissed the gang, boy, it's nice to know you

Oh my god, I'm so fried, with your bitch on my side
Want me feel all on her body
Ughh, oh my god, I'm so fried
With these bullets, we collide with your whip and you die