Andy Milonakis, Chief Keef, Fredo Santana - MAYBACH lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Andy Milonakis, Chief Keef, Fredo Santana - MAYBACH lyrics]
Yo, your mother's a ho bag sachi
Young Sachi, colder than a Maybach
Got some new Versace, it cost me a Sajak
That's a fortune, Illuminati rolls
Illuminate, illuminary diamonds on
My blueberries
My stoned epiphanies worth more
Than stones at Tiffany's
You insta hoes mean shit to me
Shake my head in disbelief
A ho is a ho, it just go like that
These racks is easy when I flow like that
I got the loud blowing O's back to back
And if you ain't me, you're wack
Young Sachi, colder than a Maybach
Colder than a Maybach
Look up out my window, I see a pretender
He is a beginner he shiver when it's winter
My blunt just burned my finger
Gucci on my slippers raised down the window
Nigga why you slipping
Trapper how you flipping
Then you know I'm dippin' things
Doing money, whippin' hey Andy slow me up
I got nerve, I'm sipping
So i got my la clippers
Doing 110 in a 55
Got the cop behind me they slippin'
Hundred bands in my shoe box
I'm a young trapper
Come to Front Street if you want
To see my trap spot
I remember when I was just a fucking have not
Now I got a fat knot
Now I'm shooting it at you
Flexing like I'm Ken Shamrock
Bitches on my damn cizock
She's sipping syrup while I'm pouring sizzurp
See this rollie on my wrist
It don't do no tick-tock
Is how I been when I
Got this nine on my waist
It's gon' push you back when I pull it out
I don't do a push up or a pull up
Young Sachi, colder than a Maybach
Got some new Versace, it cost me a Sajak
That's a fortune, Illuminati rolls
Illuminate, illuminary diamonds on
My blueberries
My stoned epiphanies worth more
Than stones at Tiffany's
You insta hoes mean shit to me
Shake my head in disbelief
A ho is a ho, it just go like that
These racks is easy when I flow like that
I got the loud blowing O's back to back
And if you ain't me, you're wack
Young Sachi, colder than a Maybach
Colder than a Maybach
Look up out my window, I see a pretender
He is a beginner he shiver when it's winter
My blunt just burned my finger
Gucci on my slippers raised down the window
Nigga why you slipping
Trapper how you flipping
Then you know I'm dippin' things
Doing money, whippin' hey Andy slow me up
I got nerve, I'm sipping
So i got my la clippers
Doing 110 in a 55
Got the cop behind me they slippin'
Hundred bands in my shoe box
I'm a young trapper
Come to Front Street if you want
To see my trap spot
I remember when I was just a fucking have not
Now I got a fat knot
Now I'm shooting it at you
Flexing like I'm Ken Shamrock
Bitches on my damn cizock
She's sipping syrup while I'm pouring sizzurp
See this rollie on my wrist
It don't do no tick-tock
Is how I been when I
Got this nine on my waist
It's gon' push you back when I pull it out
I don't do a push up or a pull up