Maybach (EASTMIX)

Coupe I just painted blue

Ooh, your bitch ate me too

Uh, uh

BlocBoy what's crackin'?

I had to do this shit

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat (fresh out, fresh out)

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay back

Every snitch should die, on God, I hate rats

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach (Maybach)

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat (flat)

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay back (gettin' off)

Every snitch should die, on God, I hate rats (I hate 'em)

Coupe I just painted blue

Ooh, your bitch ate the crew

True Gang, I bang it too

Do what I came to do

Ice, water just splash in the Patek (Phillipe)

I caught him in traffic on Madison

I took his top off over some Khalid shit

600 start up automatic

No response, I act like I don't hear that

Told my bitch, bring a friend ya'll can share that

Head shot, aim, right where your beard at

New Glock, shoot you right out your Air Max

AMIRI and Off-White, I wear that

Slippers on 'em blocks where you niggas scared at

Everywhere I go, my jewelry I wear that

Same club you front in, you end up dead at

I'm sober, been know where the meds at

I'm not tryna go where the feds at

You jackin' my bro 'til I dead that

Tell Don or Tee Grizz' send a head tap

I bought a Rover with my first check (uh)

And I ain't even went to work yet (nope)

Catch an opp and leave his shirt wet

How New York sound, yeah I heard Flex

BlocBoy that's my Grape

Now I got the cops talkin' 'bout my tapes

Scrappy in the box, cuzzo gainin' weight

Pull up on the plug, I ain't tryna wait (at all)

New Prada's with the straps

Call my niggas Fats, send another batch (uh)

She give me head and get a cab

I'll come outside and get a bag

I ain't talkin' 'bout the dance, when me and Wiz did the dab

I left kids in her mouth, she had your kids and you mad

We got a crib in the South, and bought some whips with the cash

I got a stick in my bag, you play I'm unzippin' it fast

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach

My homie he fresh out (fresh out), he just did eight flat (eight)

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay back (ran off)

Every snitch should die, on God, I hate rats (all of 'em)

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach (Maybach)

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat (dime)

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't pay back (I'm gone)

Every snitch should die, on God, I hate rats (I hate 'em)

BlocBoy, my nigga

I fuck with the Rover, you know what I mean?

It's Maybach season, my nigga

Big boy toys and shit like that, blue lights, you dig?

Feel like first-class in the backseat

Maybach

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat

Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats