Maybach

I just paint it blue
Ooh, your bitch hate me too
BlocBoy, what's crackin'?
I had to do this shit

Ridin' in a motherfuckin' Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay back
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats
Ridin' in a motherfuckin' Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay back
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats

Cool, I just paint it blue
Ooh, your bitch hate 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 for some Khaled shit

600 Start up automatic
No response, I act like I don't hear that

Told my bitch bring a friend, y'all can share that
Headshot aim right where your beard at
New Glock shoot you right out your Air Max
Amiri and Off-White, I wear that
Slippers on them blocks where you niggas scared at
Everywhere I go, my jewelry I wear that
Same club you fronted, you end up dead at

I'm sober, Bando, where the meds at?
I'm not tryna go where the feds at
You jackin' my bro 'til I dead that
Tailed down a Tee Grizz in 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 talkin' 'bout my tape
Scrappy in the box, Cuzzo gainin' weight
Pull up on the plug, I ain't tryna wait

New Pradas with the straps
Call my nigga Fatts, send another batch
She give me head and get a cab
I come outside and get a bag

I ain't talkin' '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 unzippin' it fast

Ridin' in a motherfuckin' Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay back
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats
Ridin' in a motherfuckin' Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay 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 back seat
Maybach, my homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats