SILVER MAYBACH

Lyrics

[Chorus: Bloodie] Jet lag, Hat, you know we don't jack that He say "Fly that", we crashed that See an ass and a bop make em' Makk that Watched his mans turn in the block, got clapped at Ahh ahh make it hot where you trap at Three guns in a back pack Get up close on a Crip, let 'em have that 41K, boy, them niggas did- [Verse 1: Bloodie] So many hips, we don't know where no flags at But this shit-but this shit getting bad-bad Used to post on the block in- Bro did the drill, told 'em check on his Cash App I told bro gon' grab that I think one of them act bad I told bro throw shot if he flash that Bro get em close to the car, he might flip that [Verse 2: Dee Play4Keeps] Me and Bloodie like Batman and Robin Rah Rah dead, somebody shot him O to the Y, I'm with gangstas and goblins Makks in the spot, told Mosha flock em Oh he an opp? We gon' box We smoke shh, he exotic Like bullets start shaking his hips, now he laying in a rock Go straight right to bed, have his momma come find him Opp thot on that block having flashbacks He say fly that, we crashed that We see the opps move mad tact' No more free Banga in a minute, that's Mad Max We took trips out of that whip, if you think I'm lyin', ask Vito and his bitch I don't beef with the Sweeps, ran rick since a jit Ask Kiljay, he got beat like a, he got-he got beat like a bitch Free AT, my Makk gon' blitz Kelly, Sally let me put on ya, like, let me put on ya tit (He got-he got beat like a bitch, Free AT, my Makk gon' blitz Kelly, Sally, let me put on ya, like, let me put on ya tit) [Verse 3: Bloodie] (Nigga, ahh, ahh) Hellcat kid, but we don't do no stars 3 dogs in the car We hop out on that block, we might bark We getting close, we ain't throw shot from far, ahh ahh My shots finna bark Drop a O, let it spark Too many lights, had to creep in the dark Hellcat kid, but I'm cutting the Sharkk [Chorus: Bloodie & Dee Play4Keeps] Jet lag, Hat, you know we don't jack that He say "Fly that", we crashed that See an ass and a bop make em' Makk that Watched his mans turn in the block, got clapped at (Kezii) Ahh ahh make it hot where you trap at Three guns in a back pack Get up close on a Crip, let 'em have that 41K, boy, them niggas did- Me and Bloodie like Batman and Robin Rah Rah dead, somebody shot him (Rah Rah) O to the Y, I'm with gangstas and goblins Makks in the spot, told Mosha flock em Oh he an opp? We gon' box We smoke shh, he exotic Like bullets start shaking his hips, now he laying in a rock Go straight right to bed, have his momma come find him