maknae Lyrics

Just shot video this bitch hell you talm bout man

Ooo woo

Huh

Mmh, mmh

Mmh, mmh

Mmh, mmh

Yeah, yeah

Run some money up, I ran it now I'm rich

They ain't want me now I'm flexin on that bitch

Superstar, I ain't even got no kids

Suck it up, eat that shit like you a pig

I don't got no type like Rae but like I'm thicc

Like it sweet then baby eat that Chico stick

I done ran into the money like a pit

All my diamonds hangin' up like they sick

I done stayed ten toes down, both of my feet on the ground

People be worryin' bout who niggas fuckin

How in the hell that sound (like what)

Niggas run up, know that I'm uppin it

Glocky ain't playin' around, no games

All of my niggas they clutchin' it

Know we ain't usin' no rubber tips

Niggas be playin' with fire like a cavemen

Till they dead in a fuckin' ditch

All of my niggas dysfunctionate

We don't play fair, we be cuttin' shit

I'm on the top like a maknae

We ain't catchin' no strikes cause we runnin' shit

I can't treat you better, baby, I'm not Shawn

All this paper got it cradled in my arms

I been poppin' shit since 6 but I ain't done

Bitch yo breath stink, back up

Please go get some gum

I'm inside, I'm at the top, I'm number one

You can't steal the recipe, bitch, I'm not dumb

Ain't no refund, bitch, you can't get back your funds

Chase a bag, why the fuck you havin' fun

Why you havin' fun, bitch

Glock in this bitch, ain't gon' shoot till everybody back

He was talkin' shit, now he leavin' in a body bag

It was too much smoke, he was breathin', had a asthma attack

I do not shoot from the back, please don't get your nigga whacked

He can get knocked off, we on one knee like what the fuck was that

All my niggas shooters, they don't miss, it's 30 on they back

Please don't do the dissin' like a titan, we just might attack

Demons in your bushes, slice you down, ain't talkin' Apple Jacks

Thank y'all for takin' on this ride with me

You know what? Here go two more for y'all

Not from the UK, though, dot a nigga up like it's tic-tac-toe

Said he a shooter, but he don't want smoke

Big Bank, take Lil' Bank, let's go

Got your bitch face down on the floor

I win you lose, everybody know

Too turnt, can't trip over no hoe

Maknae, bitch I'm on top of the globe

Mm, mm