Maserati Lyrics by Foolie & YNW Melly
[YNW Melly & (Foolie)]
(?) on the beat
Aye, HAHA
(Shoutout Jackwood)
You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(?) and my uncle big magic ya know
[YNW Melly]
Pull up wit a mudafuckin’ foreign, car is 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 ***
He say that he on it i know he a *** and that *** ain’t legit
And if 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 *** beat trial
*** *** stop it i’m higher than you though you better go check all my ladders
These niggas be talkin’ like they really on it you diss me but *** i’m not mad at ya
[Foolie]
These niggas wan’ eat on my plate
Where was you when I was strugglin’
Where was you when i was husslin’
I am not feelin’ these niggas
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 *** like lightnin’
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin’, lil ***
[YNW Melly]
Pull up wit a mudafuckin’ foreign, car is 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 ***
He say that he on it i know he a *** and that *** ain’t legit
And if 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 *** beat trial
*** *** stop it i’m higher than you though you better go check all my ladders
These niggas be talkin’ like they really on it you diss me but *** i’m not mad at ya
[YNW Melly]
Cause this the R.O.B.B.E.R.Y, (robbery, ***)
And we gon’ pull up with whole lots of fire
Peeps they finally let a *** out
Now these diamonds on my ***’ couch
Got yo *** on my ***’ couch
(?)
Balenciaga loafers in her mouth
I make the *** suck my toes
All of these *** gon’ suck on the *** when i *** cause she gon (?)
She wanna *** the team she wanna *** the gang (YEAH!!)
All of this ice on my mafuckin’ neck like i’m Gucci Mane (ya dig)
[YNW Melly]
Pull up wit a mudafuckin’ foreign, car is 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 ***
He say that he on it i know he a *** and that *** ain’t legit
And if 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 *** beat trial
*** *** stop it i’m higher than you though you better go check all my ladders
These niggas be talkin’ like they really on it you diss me but *** i’m not mad at ya
