Maserati Truc

Maserati truck, hm

Maserati truck, bitch that’s just the starter kit

Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip

Everybody shy, ion know why, they know who started this

Ain’t no back and forth, **** die up off the arguments

I’m jointed up now, hm, Rick Owens, Celine

Got the opps spooked, hm, we be doing them in

I ain’t going back and forth with a **** that ain’t richer than me

If he ain’t rich as a bitch don’t compare him to me

Couple **** mad, Oscar the Grouch

Told security we can’t get blicks in than I ain’t popping out

Run that back up, **** better watch they mouth

Give my Tiny couple bands, he gon shiesty up and x you out

Always posting blicks up on the gram, need to go test them out

County jail rumbles, tell the johnnies bring the stretchers out

Another opp down, now we got his people stressing out

Called into the jail, saying they need they signed out now

He ain’t want to slide, he said let me out the court now

Keep popping percs, he surrounded by some dark clouds

PTSD, he keep clutching off of loud sounds

Whoever in the way, tell them get down or lay down

I ain’t want to talk, told the bitch to get on her knees

Fuck you really mean, I been that **** since 13

Please don’t get a stain on my shirt, ‘cause it say Celline

Sweeped the opps block my tiny’s mopped, Mr. Clean

Maserati truck, bitch that’s just the starter kit

Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip

Everybody shy, ion know why, they know who started this

Ain’t no back and forth, **** die up off the arguments

I’m jointed up now, hm, Rick Owens, Celine

Got the opps spooked, hm, we be doing them in

I ain’t going back and forth with a **** that ain’t richer than me

If he ain’t rich as a bitch don’t compare him to me

If he ain’t never pulled a skit don’t compare him to smoke

Know your hood don’t got no real homies, they burying jokes

Buss her down at the hotel, I’m marrying moles

Where I’m from it was either strip or carry a pole

Please stop marrying thots

Do you want a cheap weave skeeze or cream of the crop?

(Dodger stadium) By myself I can carry a box

You know you a joint, when the joints start giving you props

It’s Remble, I’m not finna tell you again

I don't want that glocky little brother just sell me the Sig

You know 28 shots is better than 10

You against me, a high point compared to a fiend

No probably Ima bust

Plus I just got some neck inside a Maserati truck

No question Ima squeeze

And you know you in trouble if I die or baby sneeze

Maserati truck, bitch that’s just the starter kit

Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip

Everybody shy, ion know why, they know who started this

Ain’t no back and forth, **** die up off the arguments

I’m jointed up now, hm, Rick Owens, Celine

Got the opps spooked, hm, we be doing them in

I ain’t going back and forth with a **** that ain’t richer than me

If he ain’t rich as a bitch don’t compare him to me