Maybach ft. SACKCHASIN JAH Lyrics

Ay, yeah, ay Free J, free meance, free spazz

Ay, yeah, ay, yeah, oh If you don't want it, then just say that

Pull up with a shooter, I'm tryna hop out of the Maybach I don't hang around with them niggas, they some rats and I don't play that

And I gave that shit to Soulja, cause I know that he gon' spray that Hit the gas and lay back, back door with that safe, that

And I told Lil Shawty, you gon' catch me with them K's, that She be on my phone going crazy, know I hate that

Nigga, bring that bank round the game, we gon' take that Snake that, ay, I rock up amiris on a light day , that

I heard they rapping, but they won't come around this wrong way, nah Ain't no going to the park unless them guns play, nah

She said, can't she be the main? And I said, one day, dawg They be like, how you do that? One wrong move and I'm blowing the crew back

Pull up in that LA Bimmer, they like, who that? Niggas try to act like he was someone, he on the news now

It's Thurman, they block, I put a trap and make him move out, uh I put my groove now, uh, they told me to now, uh

I told them move around, don't get that back, I do all the time Yeah, yeah, RP make a whole lot of sound

I'm dropping that bitch, got a whole lot of rhyme, yeah, yeah Nigga trippin', I told you so, uh He came on that side, I got head out of bounds, uh

But I been see me trippin', I ain't been around I been feeling mad, fuck it, I might just go blow down I been getting money, fucking bitches, I'm a ho now

Bro, no play with switches, like Nintendo, they gon' score now I'm a go-go shot, saying, uh, put my momma in the Benz I lost my bitch, I'm like, bruh, how you saying

Nigga be broke as well, like R.I.P. Niggas watch up like they work at the cleanse All the niggas watch up and they work at the cleaners

Fuck with your bitch, then you know I seen her

If I'm popping a pill me, I bet you don't know it's a demon racks on me, Richard milk and beamer, me and jah, we gon spin it's a cleanse

Member me', lil' kid with no bands Look at them, that day, boy, and we rich and me One, three, hunnid bucks, you'll be a fish

Shake a butt to that Oscar, barely dismiss her But mother, she callin', she want me to go I'm off in the block, on that dirty lil' bitch, she farting

Got a drum, don't hit you when you're mad Oh, one day, I got one dey, and every day was hella yeah

Remember all them days I was dancing on that TikTok?

Now we used to talk to Oga right there on the Gambler

I wish we could talk again Talk again, talk again, talk again, talk again, talk again