Maniac

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck (mp5) MP5 (Brr) MP5 [Verse] Fear in the young nigga body, he spooked I just went shoppin', I got money shoot (Brr) This bitch get talkin', they know I don't wanna fuck They chat, no bap, so you know we gotta scratch it up (Brr) Twat in my gang, but you know I got backup work Break in your house, 'fore I leave, shoot your fish aquarium I start to shoot, my lil' play, he keep pushin' up Nigga really put this shit out, I don't need a stylist Had a nigga take it to the lick, we uppin' on the driver Havin' blue faces, nigga, can't fit this in they pocket (Brr, brr) Nigga talkin' cash shit, she like the taste out her mouth (Brr) Run into a drunk bitch, she on her eighth round (Brr) I feel like shopliftin' today, I'm finna steal somethin' Treat the bitch whip like a stolo, drive the wheels off I ain't stand 'round, make the play, then I peel off (Brr) Didn't really crash, it breakin' my eardrums Shoot a hundred rounds, at the end, I can't hear nothin' Nigga, give a fuck what you did, you don't fear nothin' Trouble with the packs, on the highway, got the semi-truck Know I'm finna take it when I ask him, "Where you get it from?" (Brr, brr) We don't need shit, after ride, we gon' take the car (Brr) Where the za? I don't see nothin' but roaches (Brr) On the yacht, I had the ho goin' Took off my chain, put on black, that my other skin This ain't that fire that you think, this that other one Back on that bitch, I had to roll up another 'Wood Fearin' they 'bout it, they watchin' my brotherhood Gang got high tolerance, they lookin' for other smoke Checkin' his coat, his coat got secret pockets Get up out of dope, pull a arm robbery Niggas tellin' jokes, pussy nigga clownin' Jump off top rope like I'm Jeff Hardy I can't even go, if I come, keep my strap with me Pussy nigga hackin' my shit, know that boy a geek Teach a nigga how to run from sounds from a ARP High as fuck, now they got caught with a scale 12 jammed me, took my fire, they keep shells Shoot you once, shit, I'll wipe ass off for real Nigga hatin' in my comments, LOL Trap bordered up, but you can't tell (Brr, brr) Jumped up off the porch, but the pussy fell Pull up, open mailbox, check your mail (Brr) Trash bag over tag, can't see shit (Brr) Gotta leave it 'lone, I be high as shit Put my fuckin' chains on, now I can't see (Brr, brr) We ain't make a fast thing, only got six (Brr, brr) Niggas see another gunfight, got my fire Pack it, you gon' sell under that guy .40 cal big as fuck, Pennsylvania lightest touch Be wise 'fore I hit, I'm eatin' steak, so I'm gainin' muscle Nigga, your side slime you out, how the tables turn Every time a nigga tryna drop, we gon' burn it down Niggas slide one time, I think he understand it now "How you knew the pack was over here?" Nigga, word of mouth (Brr) [Outro] Brr, brr Ayy, watch out