paroles de chanson Maniac Thoughts - Lil Keed

Opp block, opp block, yeah, get shot up nonstop
High top Margielas on the kid, with Gucci socks
Yeah we riding in these fucking foreign cars, with a big chop, chop
I getcha brother head top, momma top, and daddy top
Yeah your baby momma gimme top, 'cause I got your head popped
Yeah, I care what you ride in, send 'em to a pop, that's locked
Goddamn, get the fuck back, why you always on my cock?

Hey
Maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts (hey)
Say you hit the mall, what the fuck you bought?
Want no fucking clothes, you spent it all on a broad (let's go)

Where your drip at? Where your bitch at?
Yeah, she moaning when she see the kid, I keep that wet
You talking about a fucking opp block, we keep that wet
We flipping bodies, houses and cars like a Tec-Deck

Young nigga flaw, it's a pussy, you tryna protect that?
You a fake shooter, why you tryna portray that?
You a crime, you caught that body, but you ain't tell that
We ain't riding to no Gucci in that hellcat

Yeah we playing Gunna, Thugger and Lil' Baby
Kicking back, listen to Mad Mob in that wraith
Baby mama tripping, told her back up, give me space
I know the world sleeping on me, but it's okay
'Cause you ain't ever own shit (shit)

My diamonds be shining when I enter the building
Came in aggressive, I don't talk to you niggas
I be spazzing on niggas
No phone calls, I don't contact these niggas
Got call logs from texting from niggas
I heard you begging for verses from niggas
I'm running them bands like turf, lil' nigga
Stop capping, I know what you heard, lil' nigga

Hey
Maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts (hey)
Say you hit the mall, what the fuck you bought?
Want no fucking clothes, you spent it all on a broad (let's go)

Where your drip at? Where your bitch at?
Yeah, she moaning when she see the kid, I keep that wet
You talking about a fucking opp block, we keep that wet
We flipping bodies, houses and cars like a Tec-Deck (my nigga)

Matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black
I went Maybach, Maybach

I've been sayin' it went matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black
I went Maybach, Maybach

I wear Cartier watches, not a Rolex (Cartier)
Shoot this Glock at your face
Now you a throwback (now you a throwback, woo)
Slide on 'em in a truck, yeah
It's matte black (yeah, it's matte black)

Got some shooters right behind me, in a Hellcat
Disrespect, nah, I don't take that
Take that, take that, take that, take that (hell naw)
He pull the fire on me, he let me live, I'll be right back (damn)
You said you take it, change the stain
Naw, you ain't like that (no cap)
I just let that Draco spit loud, like a T-Rex

Hey
Maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts (hey)
Say you hit the mall, what the fuck you bought?
Want no fucking clothes, you spent it all on a broad (let's go)

Where your drip at? Where your bitch at?
Yeah, she moaning when she see the kid, I keep that wet
You talking about a fucking opp block, we keep that wet
We flipping bodies, houses and cars like a Tec-Deck

I've been saying it went matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black
I went Maybach, Maybach

I've been saying it went matte black, yeah
It went matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black
I went Maybach, Maybach