MayBack lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I don't want that b*tch
(C-C-CorMill)
I don't want that b*tch, I swear that you can have that b*tch (Juvy)
'Cause I'm really on some savage sh*t
Uh, uh, free all my n*ggas, ay n*gga free all of my hitters
Ay free all of my n*ggas

[Chorus]
I don't want your b*tch n*gga get your bae back (f*ck that hoe)
Yeah I'm riding real fast in a Maybach (b*tch I'm gone)
Gripping on that strap, Juvy he don't like to rap
Gripping on that strap, Juvy he be in the trap
Say my head gone, she say my head gone
And plus my money long, she say my money long
But she can't have that sh*t, she can't touch that sh*t
That's a dirty b*tch, on some scheming sh*t

[Verse 1]
I be gone b*tch, I be gone hoe
Get off the phone, please gеt off my phone hoe
Like why you calling mе like why the f*ck you calling hoe
I'm blowing gas, don't you see me blowing dosier hoe
Me and my n*gga posted on the Ave hoe
We selling ounce after ounce, we got them sacks hoe
We selling ounce after ounce, we got them sacks hoe
You already know we thugging on the Ave hoe
I be in the trap gripping on my strap though
Yeah, and I'm known to hit a lick hoe
Known to f*cking snap hoe, you already know bro
Screaming free my n*ggas bro, you already know hoe
So you better pipe down, 'cause I got a choppa and I swear that b*tch'll gun you down
Swear that b*tch'll lay you down, plus it got a hunnid rounds
And I got a 50 round, can't forget the 30 round
[Chorus]
I don't want your b*tch n*gga get your bae back (f*ck that b*tch)
Yeah I'm riding real fast in a Maybach (b*tch I'm gone)
Gripping on that strap, Juvy he don't like to rap
Gripping on that strap, Juvy he be in the trap
Say my head gone, she say my head gone
And plus my money long, she say my money long
But she can't have that sh*t, she can't touch that sh*t
That's a dirty b*tch, on some scheming sh*t

[Verse 2]
You can't trust a b*tch, you can't love a b*tch
Better watch that hoe, she'll f*ck the clique
.40 with a di*k, it came with a beam
Yeah I love to scheme, and I love to rob
Remember I had a job, but I don't need it though
Yeah I got that sack, got a bankroll
Yeah I'm riding fast, hope I don't crash though
Gotta look out, I gotta watch for troll
'Cause them nights that I ain't had sh*t
Down on my di*k, I was thugging like a savage
Hungry like a b*tch, throwing up
Drinking so much spit, damn I remember that sh*t
I remember that lick, 'member that sh*t
Going jail back and forth, man I'm tired of that sh*t
Tired of that sh*t, damn near broke my wrist
Gotta whip it in the kitchen, tryna get a 36
[Chorus]
I don't want your b*tch n*gga get your bae back (f*ck that b*tch)
Yeah I'm riding real fast in a Maybach (b*tch I'm gone)
Gripping on that strap, Juvy he don't like to rap
Gripping on that strap, Juvy he be in the trap
Say my head gone, she say my head gone
And plus my money long, she say my money long
But she can't have that sh*t, she can't touch that sh*t
That's a dirty b*tch, on some scheming sh*t