Maybach lyrics

by

Kenzo Balla


[Intro: Shiloh Dynasty]
I know you so well, so well (Ransom, you f*cked this up)
I mean, I can do anything that he can (Elvis)
I've been pretty-

[Verse 1: Mr. Bond]
Pray a lot, I don't know where I'm going (Uh uh)
Shot a n*gga, pop a perc', now I'm floatin'
This the life that I live, I ain't jokin'
Feds on my di*k 'cause I'm totin'
Mama cryin', told her, "Keep all your bail money"
And they tried to cut me, they scared of me
Dirty n*ggas can't afford this Maybach
Got a scat same day on my Maybach
I done [?], they ain't thinkin' I'm walkin' wit' it
Ran off on the plug, now I'm paranoid
Down bad, make you wanna go start a war
On that corner, same fit, just different drawers
Me and Naz dropped out, we just wanted more
Just wanted to shop at Amiri store (Amiri)
Big licks, still hittin' that for sure
Big sticks, still clickin' that for sure
Go to court, see a opp, and I'm thuggin' like
Lil' n*gga got hit just for clutchin'
Hit 'em up, no, we ain't for discussion (Uh uh)
Off a perc', b*tch, know when I'm bussin'
f*ck it and suck it, she told me she love it
After tonight, they don't see us in public
Drillin' and rappin', the feds be on it
I can't complain, I be gone by the morning
[Verse 2: Kenzo Balla]
With the wokks, and we came just to run it up (Run it up)
n*ggas envy 'cause n*ggas can't f*ck with us (At all)
Sip a four, pour a wock in my double cup (Wocky)
I just bought a .40, run up, I'ma dump
I ain't tryna go back to my old ways (At all)
Been official since back in the old days (Back in the what?)
If we spot them n*ggas, it's a closed case (It's a what?)
Bet these hallows gon' take off his whole face (Take off his face)
On my doley, just needed my own space (Needed my what?)
I just hope you don't leave when I need you (When I need you)
In my feelings, got me feelin' evil (Got me feelin' evil)
I'm not like these n*ggas, we ain't equal (We ain't equal)
Talkin' hot, better duck when I see you (Duck when I see you)
How you talk crazy but run when I see you? (But run when I see you)
Smokin' Mexxy, sh*t hit like a needle (sh*t hit like a what?)
Hop out the V, I'ma up it and leave you (Up it and what?)
Got Rayy Balla wit' me, sh*t get mixy (EY)
Call up Chase, we got 50 for 50 (MBMB)
Movin' wocky, totin' on this switchy (Grahh)
We the Makks that put on for the 50's (Grahh, grahh)
Drippy demons, we runnin' the city
Opps be dissin' but they runnin' Ricky (But they runnin' Ricky)
She sees me and she poppin' her titties (She poppin her titties)
We them n*ggas that really get busy (We really get busy)
And tell me why these opp n*ggas dissin'
My n*ggas winnin', they n*ggas ain't spinnin'
Get up close, I can't shoot from a distance
f*ck making peace, I'm tryna get 'em finished (Tryna get 'em what?)
Got some n*ggas still stuck in the kitchen
Doin' what ever just to get the chicken (Just to get the what?)
Call up Pdot and we on a mission
We hit our targets, we not into missin' (We not into missin')
[Verse 3: Rayy Balla]
Got a bag right now but I need more
Put my b*tch in Prada all galore
'40 click send a n*gga to the morgue (Grahh)
Keep sinning told bro that we gon’ ball
Cash out when I walk up in the stores
Lotta n*ggas won’t come past that one way
We sending n*ggas to God on a Monday (On bro)
40 clicking broad day let the gun play (Grahh grahh)
Hop out the van choppa kicking like Liu Kang (Grahh grahh)
Cop me a perc now watch how my mood change
Baby girl said she like how I do things
Love all my brothers, we taking that risk (On bro)
If he run better pray he don’t trip (Don't)
Don’t give a f*ck he get hit with this b*tch (Grahh)
When we slide all our windows be tint
I ain’t even pray for none of my sins
Cause I’m still too deep in this sh*t (Too deep)
Glizzy hold 12, put 11 in it (I did)
‘Cause I do not f*ck with no pigs (I don't)
And we still smoke Rah Rah out the zip (We do)
And Lilah still resting in p*ss (She is)
None of my opps they ain’t on sh*t (They not)
Drilly bopping you get shot in your sh*t (Grahh)
Bunny hop and get shot in your sh*t (Grahh grahh grahh)
[Outro: Shiloh Dynasty]
I know you so well, so well (Ransom, you f*cked this up)
I mean, I can do anything that he can (Elvis)
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