Maserati lyrics

[Intro: YNW Melly & Foolie]
12 Hunna on the beat
Ayy, haha
(Shoutout Jackwood)
You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(Foolie) and my uncle, big magic ya know (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Foolie]
Pull up with a mothaf*ckin' foreign car (Skrrt), it’s a Maserati (Young n*gga world)
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon’ catch a body (Body catchers, body catchers)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them di*ks (Young n*gga world)
He say that he on it I know he a b*tch and that sh*t ain't legit (Young n*gga way)
And if a n*gga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Promise the b*tch)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial (Watch)
And I wish my n*gga beat trial (Rich)
b*tch n*gga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Check on my latitude, check on my latitude)
These n*ggas be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but b*tch I'm not mad at you (b*tch I'm not mad at you)

[Verse 1: Foolie & YNW Melly]
These n*ggas wan’ eat on my plate (Huh?)
Where was you when I was strugglin’ (Where was you?)
Where was you when I was husslin' (Where?)
I am not feelin’ these n*ggas (Uh, uh)
Feelin' like the mob, send a couple hits (Mob, mafia)
Coolin' with my dogs, just a couple crip (Couple Crips)
.223's and them big F&N’s (Rrah)
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 (Run it up)
We could scrabble up, if you don't like me (Scrabble up)
Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely (I don't think so)
Bullets strikin' that n*gga like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck (Hop out, ayy)
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' b*tch (Foolie)
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Pull up with a mothaf*ckin' foreign car, it's a Maserati (Young n*gga world)
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body (Catch 'em a body b*tch)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them di*ks (Glock with 'em di*ks)
He say that he on it I know he a b*tch and that sh*t ain't legit (I know you a snitch)
And if a n*gga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Bratt, bratt, bratt)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial
And I wish my n*gga beat trial (For real, for real)
b*tch n*gga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Latitude, latitude)
These n*ggas be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but b*tch I'm not mad at you (Mad at you, mad at you)

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
'Cause it's a R-O-B-B-E-R-Y (Robbery, b*tch)
And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire
b*tch they finally let a n*gga out
Now these diamonds on my f*ckin' couch (Oh-oh)
Got yo' b*tch on my f*ckin' couch
Balenciaga, lakers in the wait
Balenciaga loafers in her mouth (What?)
I make the b*tch suck my toes (Suck my toes lil' b*tch)
All of these b*tches gon' suck on the di*k when I f*ck cause she gon' Melly pose (Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch)
She wanna f*ck the team, she wanna f*ck the gang (Yeah)
All of this ice on my mothaf*ckin' neck like I'm Gucci Mane (Ya dig, yuh)

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Pull up with a mothaf*ckin' foreign car, it's a Maserati (Maserati b*tch)
Don't play with clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body (Catch 'em a body b*tch)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them di*ks (Glock with 'em di*ks)
He say that he on it I know he a b*tch and that sh*t ain't legit (That sh*t ain't legit lil' b*tch)
And if a n*gga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Bratt, bratt, bratt)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial (Watch)
And I wish my n*gga beat trial (For real, lil' b*tch)
b*tch n*gga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Latitude, latitude)
These n*ggas be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but b*tch I'm not mad at you