Maniac Freestyle Lyrics

I told them don't call me unless the money and the cash in

Pop out like arcade games shooting shii just me and twin

Told her don't worry I was lying she won't just a friend

Dreams riding brand new foreign it's a fucking new Benz

Wet him up like after brushing it's a mutha fucking rinse

All this gold on me I swear I look like a prince

Opps run up boom bow then his ass get mixed

Knock em over like I'm bowling he a fucking pin

Y'all music trash need to go in the fucking bin

Im a g can't follow trends

Look at my face I'm a gremlin

Killing shit like assassins

I might spare his life like a ration

But I ain't sparing shit

Dis a .223 wit pistol grip

Dis a .223 wit pistol grip

Dis a .223 wit pistol grip

Dis a .223 wit pistol grip

Dis a .223 wit pistol grip

Bullet going through his stomach that mutha fucker go rip

Look at my shoes got to keep them tied no I can't trip

I ain't trippie redd naw nigga aye I can't trip

I might trip off these drugs liable to crash today

I might get this brand new choppa hit him in his fucking face

Now I got to get away throw away the dirty K

I need my own room nigga I need my own space

I can't hang wit nun of y'all niggas boy y'all phony

Don't come round me if you ain't gang y'all some toney's

Nigga come around choppa cook him like baloney

Choppa cook him like baloney

Choppa hit him in his stomach make make a nigga flip

I got all that money got a pound and I flipped it

Nigga talking shit he get with the tip tip

He get hit with the tip tip

Hollow

Niggas talking shit I bet his baby momma swallow

I'm a different breed of nigga I am not follow

He was talking shit he better duck his fucking taco

Ima send him to a place I swear only god know

I ain't talking hell or heaven talking to the reverend

Niggas talking shit like drake I'm lemon pepper stepping

Ain't no sour shit in my gang and thats on gang

Ain't no sour shit on my name and that's on gang

Bad lil bitch and from the back is where we train

I can't do shit cus I do not hang with lames

Niggas popping out they just doing got da fame

I was popping out wit choppa's brrr brrr let it bang

I was popping out wit gang shout out shotta that's my brother

We do these bitch's like no other

Shotty in the trunk boom boom it another

Another brother we gone smoke him

Another nigga we gone smoke choppa hit him in the face another nigga we gone smoke

Another nigga we gone smoke it's gone

Hit him in the face when we mutha fucking smoke him

(Gang)