Mind Of A Maniac lyrics

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Big 42s, you can't step with me (You can't step with me)
In the chair for an hour, yeah, he wettin' it (Yeah, he wettin')
You'll never f*ck the hoes that be lettin' me (Yeah, never)
Why these broke-ass n*ggas tryna lecture me? (Broke-ass n*ggas)
I'm that n*gga all the bad b*tches pestering (I'm that n*gga)
Shooting thousands in the kitchen, yeah, who bettin' me? (Yeah, who bettin'? Baby E made this beat)
I would hate to tell my n*ggas that you threatened me (Hate to tell my n*ggas)
Clan got this sh*t locked, ain't no questioning (Ain't no questioning)
b*tches ain't tryna top, why we messaging? (f*ck is we messaging?)
Stuff a 'Wood, put a lot, I smoke excellent (Put a lot)
Big foreign hoggin' up the f*ckin' intersection (Yeah)
Big racks on me, tennis lesson (Tennis lesson)
This b*tch so bad, yeah, she interesting (Yeah, she interesting)
Why you f*ckin' with that lame? That's the biggest question (That lame)
Every time we in the club, we got the biggest section (BucksClan)

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Walkin' in the club, bringin' blowers through the exit (Through the exit)
I like b*tches with some ass, can't be anorexic (Can't do it)
Three phones full of b*tches, this sh*t gettin' hectic (sh*t gettin' hectic)
Yeah, they love me in my city, I'm a living legend (Lil' n*gga)
I like hittin' all the b*tches that I couldn't get (On my mama)
It's a couple great toppers that I really miss (On God)
In a Prada bucket hat like I'm Money Mitch (Money Mitch)
Starin' at her while she catch it, yeah, I'm finna p*ss (Finna p*ss)
On the yacht with my pole like I'm finna fish (Finna fish)
Leavin' n*ggas at the dock, I said only b*tches (Only b*tches)
Throw that b*tch in race mode, we ain't hittin' switches (Hell naw)
Time to buy some more bags, all my b*tches trippin' (Trippin')
Thick b*tches in the pool, but they skinny dippin' (Skinny dippin')
V12 in this foreign, I got plenty engine
Two thousand dollar shoes, could've bought a lemon (n*gga)
I had b*tches over every time I got suspended (On my mama)
[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
n*ggas hurt about these hoes, yeah, so what? (n*ggas hurt)
Yeah, I heard I'm the reason why y'all broke up (I'm the reason)
Late night, your b*tch text me sayin' smoke up (Smoke up)
Took me one take to hit her, wait, hold up (Wait, hold up)
pus*y wasn't all that fire, got my hopes up (Got my hopes up)
This shirt on my back cost a thousand Pro Clubs (Six hundred)
Gave my b*tch a thousand, here, get your toes done (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
My b*tch want a shopping spree, finna go to Saks (Finna go)
Big-headed, ballin' on these n*ggas, feel like Jarrett Jack (Jarrett Jack)
Told her we gon' probably end up f*ckin' if we interact (Yes, we is)
Told her she could bring another friend and she was into that (Is you into that?)
She like she just want her one-on-one like she Kyla Pratt (One-on-one)
DJ with me breakin' 'Woods down like a lumberjack (Lumberjack)
Spent a couple thousand on this 'fit, where the cameras at? (Bring 'em out)
Can't believe she met me, this b*tch almost had a heart attack
Head super dope, she got the mind of a maniac (She ain't got no mind)