Key Glock - Maybach lyrics
[Key Glock - Maybach lyrics]
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy
I jump out of the Maybach
Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like
"Where your shirt at?"
Bitch, why you worried? I'm
Flexin' on purpose (yeah)
Killers in my circle
(yeah) , two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)
Goon by the beam, bitch
We tote a lot of things (yeah)
Young nigga eatin', watch me
Floss my flawless teeth, uh
(yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean
Yeah i get dough, Krispy Kreame
(Dough) , bitch, this hustlin' in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah
You know your boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' since a teen
Can't you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I'm only 21, goddamn near
Milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren
Got these hoes starin' (Starin')
Doors up, eye candy
(What?) , can't park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it
(Come here) i make it look like magic, yeah
Watch me Shaq Attack it (yeah)
I jump out of the Maybach
Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like
"Where your shirt at?" (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I'm
Flexin' on purpose (yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel
(Fire, fire)
Ooh, alley oop, I pass that
Bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make
These bitchess show they boobs, yeah
Creepin' with your boo around 2
And the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin' shit
I'm gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can't
Call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like
"Where you work at?"
And I don't want no verses, man
These niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, that's on God, yeah
(On God) , uh lil' nigga livin' extra large
(Large) , on God (On God)
And you know I keep that
Carbon in my car, yeah, on God
(Fire) in that big body, sometimes hard
To park it, on God, yeah
I jump out of the Maybach
Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like
"Where your shirt at?" (yeah)
Bitch, why you worried?
(Bitch) , I'm flexin' on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel
(Fire)
I jump out of the Maybach
Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like
"Where your shirt at?"
Bitch, why you worried? I'm
Flexin' on purpose (yeah)
Killers in my circle
(yeah) , two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)
Goon by the beam, bitch
We tote a lot of things (yeah)
Young nigga eatin', watch me
Floss my flawless teeth, uh
(yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean
Yeah i get dough, Krispy Kreame
(Dough) , bitch, this hustlin' in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah
You know your boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' since a teen
Can't you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I'm only 21, goddamn near
Milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren
Got these hoes starin' (Starin')
Doors up, eye candy
(What?) , can't park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it
(Come here) i make it look like magic, yeah
Watch me Shaq Attack it (yeah)
I jump out of the Maybach
Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like
"Where your shirt at?" (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I'm
Flexin' on purpose (yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel
(Fire, fire)
Ooh, alley oop, I pass that
Bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make
These bitchess show they boobs, yeah
Creepin' with your boo around 2
And the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin' shit
I'm gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can't
Call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like
"Where you work at?"
And I don't want no verses, man
These niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, that's on God, yeah
(On God) , uh lil' nigga livin' extra large
(Large) , on God (On God)
And you know I keep that
Carbon in my car, yeah, on God
(Fire) in that big body, sometimes hard
To park it, on God, yeah
I jump out of the Maybach
Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like
"Where your shirt at?" (yeah)
Bitch, why you worried?
(Bitch) , I'm flexin' on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel
(Fire)