Mind of a Maniac

[Intro]
(Tyrex got that gas, ho)
A4Tre
Bibby squad
Stain gain
Stain for Pooh
We poppin' shit like 30, it ain't gon' be easy for Lil' Deezy

[Chorus]
Mind of a maniac
I was taught to never lack
You might not know, but I'm the one who got your brother whacked
We got hats on top of hats
We ain't never go tit for tat
They don't know, but big brodie turned lil'— to a pack
My youngin got sticky fingers, he get a thrill from stealin' cars
Lil' E-Way got jwèt foreal, that's my loc, be crackin' cards
My nigga Baby G, he super fly, be stealin' niggas' broads
Free B Murda out that county joint, he breakin' niggas' jaws

[Verse]
G-lock 22, brand new, with that— frrt attached
Glizzy T went crazy, told that boy he can't get his fully back
They just know they fish is late, they in them body bags
All of them on that sidе goin' extinct, they just won't nevеr last
Uh, Christmas comin' up, I want all these hoes
Oops, I mean all the poles
Yeah, load up all of those
7.62s and .308s, ain't no duckin' those
He fall, stand over those
I want his casket closed
Gangster on the internet, in real life, he a fast man
The only thing you can learn from me is how to blast a man
I'm talkin' 'bout memories, turn him to a has-been
He has no place in his future, he's a past man
Takin' niggas' Glocks, we invented that
All he seen was Glizzy in his eyes, he had a heart attack
But anyways, I call all the plays like I'm the quarterback
I was out the whole season, but coach still want his starter back
Uh, I like slingin' shells from here and there, I mean everywhere
Dracos in my chairs, Glock on shelf, I feel safer here
I heard they took his face, but I don't know who put him under there
You better know we comin', gotta know we are not finished here
I be with them head hunters
Every time it's smoke, we the ones who gunnin' all summer
They know we the ones that heat they block up in the cold winter
Lately I ain't been fuckin' with niggas like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
If he play, get blazed
I run with savage renegades
We ain't never, ever think 'bout gettin' married, we engaged
What's-his-name done had the chance to take me out, they truly played
Once in a lifetime, they won't ever get that chance again, on gang
I'm a long way from Vegas, but I'm still duckin' the rage
Can't let 'em take me, biggest dream is makin' A4Tre a label
This for the set, me and my niggas' clique tight like some staples
We just get they bitches wet, that's why all them niggas hate us

[Chorus]
Mind of a maniac
I was taught to never lack
You might not know, but I'm the one who got your brother whacked
We got hats on top of hats
We ain't never go tit for tat
They don't know, but big brodie turned lil'— to a pack
My youngin got sticky fingers, he get a thrill from stealin' cars
Lil' E-Way got jwet foreal, that's my loc, be crackin' cards
My nigga Baby G, he super fly, be stealin' niggas' broads
Free B Murda out that county joint, he breakin' niggas' jaws

[Outro]
Yeah, he be breakin' niggas' jaws
G be takin' niggas' broads
Takin' niggas' broads
Actin' like they broads