Everything in this life still feel like I ain't done enough (Maybach Music)

Slide up in a rental, I ride presidential

I might get the big-body tinted up

I got them Buffs on my face right now, lil **** (Trapaholics, bitch!)

Ain't too much sittin', no push-up

Ain't hangin' around no regular ****, everybody be quick to switch— (Stop that, bring it back, this shit is hot)

Yeah, yeah yeah (Ayy, pipe up Hoodrixh)

I can do everything in this life still feel like I ain't done enough

Slide up in a rental, I ride presidential

I might get the big-body tinted up

I got them Buffs on my face right now, lil ****

Ain't too much sittin', no push-up

Ain't hangin' around no regular ****, everybody be quick to switch up

Why my dawg incar'd the picture?

I'm goin' hard for my family, I miss you

Tell lil' shawty it's best she pay a fee, I'm on her intuition

I got game for days and I got plays for weeks

This that smooth pimpin'

Internet got **** movin' different

Ain't worried 'bout no clout, I'ma stack me some chicken

They be countin' me out, but I still be winnin'

I'm the same **** when it comes to any predicament

Worry about your patna, don't worry about your enemy

I be soakin' up game, these **** be, "Pick me"

Why the real **** always gotta be six feet (Real trap shit)

Don't jump in that water, you ain't even waist deep

I get some guap, I don't think I need sleep

Put a bump on the beat, give a soul like nine weeks

How you hater, but you on the bleed-seat

I wanna neat-freak, she wanna eat me

Shawty on go, yeah, she a pro, she work it 'til her knees weak

I'm the type to run up bands by myself with slow feet

The loudest ones probably be the poorest people

See the look her face like Noxzema

Said you gettin' to the bread but no body believe you

Man, I get so fly, look down and eagles

****, you's a nobody, you gotta know 'bout it

I walk in the club with the four pockets

My whip sittin' low like it's pocket-lockin'

How he claimed that you up, but you pocket watchin'

I got my own swag, they be swag jockin'

I work for my name, so I gotta be cocky

You leechin' for crumbs, boy, you so outta pocket

You be stuck in a loop, I be movin' off logic

I gotta girl tryna break on your wallet

My money tall and yours little like a hobbits

My gang is concrete, always keepin' it solid

In a X3 and it don't got no mileage

Boss up a bitch, spend a check on her body

Got that fire on me and that fire inside me

Big ass gun, got nowhere to hide it

These **** be dumb, they don't move with no logic

He reach for a chain, and his shirt gettin' dyed

These **** be opps and these bitches be spies

Said they got some on me, but I doubt it

Don't want no broke bitch, and I don't want to find her

I jump out the bed and I drip in designer

Stiff arm a bitch like I'm doin' the Heisman

Carry a stick like I was a blind man

I need a sack but I'm not a lineman

I hit the street with my skate 'cause I'm grindin'

If you ain't in the streets, you don't know where to find me

She gon' do what I say, no Simon

My gang some expensive lineman

In the field we gettin' grimy

Ice my wrist, don't care the timing

Still feel like I ain't done enough

Slide up in a rental, I ride presidential

I might get the big-body tinted up

I got them Buffs on my face right now, lil ****

Ain't too much sittin', no push-up

Ain't hangin' around no regular ****, everybody be quick to switch up