Maserati Truc

[Intro: X4]
FBeat go crazy
(Hm, bah bah bah bah, FBeat go crazy)
FBeat producing all the heat (Hm, Maserati truck)

[Chorus: X4]
Hm, Maserati truck, bitch that's just a starter kit
Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip
Everybody shot out on the walk, they know who started this
Ain't no back and forth, niggas die up off them arguments
I'm jointed up now, hm, Rick Owens, Saleene
Got the opps through, we be doing 'em mean
I ain't going back and forth with a nigga that ain't richer than me
If he ain't rich as a bitch, don't compare him to me

[Verse 1: X4]
Couple niggas mad, Oscar the Grouch
Told security "We can't get blicks in, Then I ain't poppin' out."
Ran that bag up, niggas better watch they mouth
Give my tiny a couple bands, he gon' sheisty up and X you out
Always post some blicks up on the gram, need to go and test 'em out
County jail rambles, tell the Johnnies bring the stretchers out
Another opp down, now we got his people stressing out
Callin' to the jail, saying they need their son out now
He ain't wanna slide, he said "Let me out the court now"
Keep poppin' percs, he surrounded by some dark clouds
PTSD, he keep clutchin' off of loud sounds
Whoever in the way, tell them get down or lay down

[Bridge: X4]
I ain't wanna talk, tell the bitch get on her knees
Fuck you really mean, I been a nigga since like 13
Please don't get a stain on my shirt, 'cause it say Saleene
Sweep the opps block, my tinys mop, Mr. Clean

[Chorus: X4]
Maserati truck, bitch that's just a starter kit
Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the kip
Everybody shot out on the walk, they know who started this
Ain't no back and forth, niggas die up off them arguments
I'm jointed up now, hm, Rick Owen, Saleen
Got the opps through, we be doing 'em mean
I ain't going back and forth with a nigga that ain't richer than me
If he ain't rich as a bitch, don't compare him to me

[Verse 2: Remble]
If he ain't ever pulled a stick, don't compare him to Smoke
No, your hood don't got no real homies, they burying jokes
Bust her down at the hotel, I'm marrieing [?]
Where I'm from, it was either strip or carey a pole
Please stop marrieing thots
Do you want a cheep weeve? skeeze? Or cream of the crop?
Dodger Stadiam, by myself, I can carey a box
You know you a joint, when the joints start getting you popped
It's Remble
I'm not finna tell you again
I don't want that glocky, lil brother, just sell me the [?]
You know 28 shots is better than 10
You against me, [?] compared to a [?]
[?] the general
No probably, I'ma bust
Plus, I just got some neck inside a Maserati truck
LGM, no question, I'ma squeeze
And you know you in trouble, if I [?]

[Chorus: X4]
Maserati truck, bitch that's just a starter kit
Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the kip
Everybody shot out on the walk, they know who started this
Ain't no back and forth, niggas die up off them arguments
I'm jointed up now, hm, Rick Owen, Saleen
Got the opps through, we be doing 'em mean
I ain't going back and forth with a nigga that ain't richer than me
If he ain't rich as a bitch, don't compare him to me