MAVERICKS Lyrics

Skrr

Ayy, ayy, V8 engine in the front, huh

I got a bad bitch in the back (I do)

Ayy, bitch, I ain't really with the stunts

They hear my shit and run it back

Hey, know niggas tryna see what I'm on

Hey, know niggas fuckin' with the kid (On God, woo)

Finesse the label, now I'm gone (Woo)

Could teach yo ass how to get rich

All day (Yeah), been countin' up all day (All day)

My bitch on that runway, she fuck with my feng shui (Feng shui)

Two fifty on Cartier watch (Skrrt)

Boy, fuck what that judge say

I'm takin' off, nigga just watch (What?)

From Monday to Sunday

They said to kill or be killed

I'm killin' with Louie V' fabrics

Bitch I gotta lot on my mind, I ain't losin' it, nigga somethin' like the Mavericks

Put on for my brothers, every chance I get, 'cause I want 'em up if somethin' happen (Hmm)

I'm startin' to realize that I'm really sick that bitch said she hate me, started laughing

Lean in my cup, gotta re-up

These niggas fags it's sum' like Madea (Okay)

Fuck that bitch once, tell her, "See you"

I get a bag, she wet like a keyla

Got fye on my lap everytime that I pop out, 'cause I don't really fuck with people

That bitch she lyin' if she say that I don't got racks, put that bitch in high rise then I leave her (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, that's just what I do (I do)

We got motion, but what about you? (No cap)

It's some niggas that shitted on me, tryna come back around, man that's really the truth

Had to kick em' the fuck out the crew (Crew)

Had to kick the bitch out of my spot

That bitch asked me, how many times of the week do I laugh to the bank, bitch I do that a lot (C'mon, c'mon)

All day, been countin' up all day

My bitch on that runway, she fuck with my feng shui (My feng shui)

Two fifty on Cartier watch (Two fifty)

Boy, fuck what that judge

I'm takin' off, nigga just watch

From Monday to Sunday

Skrrt, skrrt

Ayy, freak hoe tryna eat me down to the bone

I was down on my ass, I had to figure out, lil' bitch I got this shit on my own

Saw my twin go to rehab, then I started sippin', it's the only way I can cope

Nigga it's only me and Rx poppin' from my city I swear I'm the hope

And when my brother died, swear to God that shit affected me right down to the core

I'm just tryna unwind, fuckin' on this bitch named Bethany, I swear she a whore (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

And my twin got a 9 millimeter beam attached, in case we ready for war

Bitch, she wastin' my time, send her to the closest exit, that bitch straight to the door

Got some money, but lil' bitch I want more

Huh, got some hang time, tryna pull her hair straight to the floor

Huh, take a step inside my shoes, baby I could show you the ropes

But don't get this shit confused, baby, once I nut, gotta go

And I'm back in the city, coolin' with my gang countin' up-

All day (Day), been countin' up all day (All day)

My bitch on that runway (No cap), she fuck with my feng shui (She do)

Two fifty on Carti', Carti'

Ayy (Skrrt, skrrt), two fifty on Cartier watch (Ayy)

Boy, fuck what that judge say (C'mon)

I'm takin' off, nigga just watch (Let do it)

Feel like Harden, he stirrin' the pot (C'mon)

Ayy, I wear Prada on everything that I step out in, and lil' bitch and that's down to the socks (No cap)

Big body, I'm swervin' the lot (Let's go)

I can't trust the lil' bitch, she be lyin'

Don't try to check up on me, bitch I'm fine

Gotta make sure this money in line

No cap