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Maserati - Foolie/YNW Melly

12 Hunna on the beat

Aye

Shoutout Jackwood

You know Mafia shoutout to my cousin

Bollie and my uncle big magic ya know

Pull up wit a mudaf**kin' foreign car it's a maserati

Don't play with the clique don't play with blood

They gon' catch a body

We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick

With them Glocks with them dicks

He say that he on it I know he a b***h

And that s**t ain't legit

And if a n***a try to run up on me anywhere

Broad day promise he gon' die

'Cause I got killers on speed dial and

I wish my n***a beat trial

B***h n***a stop it I'm higher than you though

You better go check all my ladders

Check all my ladders

These n***as be talkin' like they really on it

You diss me but b***h I'm not mad at ya

These n***as wan' eat on my plate

Where was you when I was strugglin'

Where was you when I was husslin'

I am not feelin' these n***as

Feelin' like the mob send a couple hits

Coolin' with my dogs just a couple crip

223's and them big F N's

Me and Melly really runnin' to them bands

NP keep that MP he gon' shoot that thing until it's empty

'Cause we run up a check in this white tee

We could scrabble up if you don't like me

Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely

Bullets strikin' that n***a like lightnin'

Watch me hop out the Tesla truck

Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin' lil b***h

Pull up wit a mudaf**kin' foreign car it's a maserati

Maserati

Don't play with the clique don't play

With blood they gon' catch a body

We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick

With them Glocks with them dicks

Glocks with them dicks

He say that he on it I know he a b***h

And that s**t ain't legit

And if a n***a try to run up on me anywhere

Broad day promise he gon' die

'Cause I got killers on speed dial and

I wish my n***a beat trial

B***h n***a stop it I'm higher than you though

You better go check all my ladders

These n***as be talkin' like they really on it

You diss me but b***h I'm not mad at ya

Mad at ya mad at ya

'Cause this the ROBEERY robbery b***h

And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire

Peeps they finally let a n***a out

Now these diamonds on my f**kin' couch

Got yo b***h on my f**kin' couch

Lakers in her weight

Balenciaga loafers in her mouth

I make the b***h suck my toes

All of these b***hes gon' suck on the dick when

I f**k 'cause she gon Melly pole

She wanna f**k the team she wanna f**k the gang yeah

All of this ice on my maf**kin' neck like

I'm Gucci Mane ya dig

Pull up wit a mudaf**kin' foreign car it's a maserati

Maserati

Don't play with the clique don't play with blood

They gon' catch a body

Catch a body

We ride through your house with a whole

Lot of stick with them

Glocks with them dicks

Glocks with them dicks

He say that he on it I know he a b***h

And that s**t ain't legit

That s**t ain't legit

And if a n***a try to run up on me

Anywhere broad day promise he gon' die

'Cause I got killers on speed dial and

I wish my n***a beat trial

B***h n***a stop it I'm higher than you though

You better go check all my ladders

These n***as be talkin' like they really on it

You diss me but b***h

I'm not mad at ya

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