MAKER Lyrics

Up in the morning, we gang and we killin' Nigga, we love this feelin

Took us a trip to go get us some millions These niggas don't want no chicken

Crash out on a fuck nigga, I'll end him Fuck nigga, you know I'll send him

Broke-ass niggas be lookin' at me, cause these broke-ass niggas be wishin

I swear to God, these fuck-ass niggas do not get attention

Ayy, I'm out my mind in the stu, and they say that a young nigga trippin

Gang, got your bitch on a pole, butt naked, you know that that lil' hoe strippin' on gang

Nigga, you know that I'm gettin' my checks. I'm flexin' my muscle

These fuck niggas know that I'm really gon' hustle

You can try all that shit, you gon' die on gang

You can try all that shit, you gon' die in a scuffle

Hold on nigga, I just made me a whole lot of bands, so I had to tighten my bubble

Don't care about the opps them niggas be lame then a bitch

They be runnin, when they be in trouble

We don't play yeah we shoot at the opps, got a brand new stock on a brand new chop

Which one you want? Fuck nigga, get shot

Fuck nigga, get pulled up on, get dropped

And she said, shake my dreads, so I'm shakin' a lot

If a fuck nigga play we gon' spin with a box

Nigga, we gon' spin with a block on the back of the Glock

And your ass get shot

Don't make one move, or your ass get dropped

We gon' spin on the block, I'ma clean with the mop

Mane that hoe tryna play, so she catch a face shot

Lil' Nigga tryna play, so he catch a face shot

I'm makin' that money, you know that I'm makin' these

Dollars on dollars, I get em' a lot

Fuck nigga, wanna talk, get shot

We gon' spin on this shit with a whole lot of Glocks

Military, combat shit, we gon' spit on this block

We gon' shoot up his whip

Nigga, was talking that shit on the net

Guess what, we finna shoot up his shit

Guess what, we finna spit on the block

Say guess what, bitch, I'ma spin in the whip

It's my time, bitch, I'ma run up the bread

It's my time, bitch, I'ma run up the chips

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