Lyrics Maserati - FOOLiE , YNW Melly

On the beat
Aye, HAHA
(Shoutout Jackwood)
You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(?) and my uncle big magic ya know
Pull up wit a mudafuckin' 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 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 all my ladders
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
YNW Melly]
Pull up wit a mudafuckin' 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 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 all my ladders
These niggas be talkin' like they really
On it you diss me but bitch i'm not mad at ya
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 nigga out
Now these diamonds on my fuckin' couch
Got yo bitch on my fuckin' couch
(?)
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 (?)
She wanna fuck the team she wanna fuck the gang (YEAH!!)
All of this ice on my mafuckin' neck like i'm Gucci Mane (ya dig)
Pull up wit a mudafuckin' 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 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 all my ladders
These niggas be talkin' like they really
On it you diss me but bitch i'm not mad at ya