Darth Maul lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Do you hear that?
That's, that's what real n*ggas sound like

[Chorus: midwxst]
Yeah, I got him mad, look at his face, he look like Darth Maul
Ringin' up my brothers, I'm the one that made them shots call
Gettin' paper, it stay in my hands, I feel like St. Paul
Said he wouldn't tell and then he did, and that's his damn fault

[Verse 1: midwxst]
My money on Eiffel Tower, b*tch, you know it stand tall
Been off of my phone, get in that bag, b*tch, I don't need calls
If I ain't make like five-K in a day, b*tch, I get withdrawals
n*ggas tried to hold me down, well, now they got me p*ssed off
Know some brothers that do drills and they don't do construction
I know some brothers with them sticks, and they don't play percussion
My brodie, shh, he keep that K and it might get to bustin'
You f*ck with gang, I hope you know you suffer repercussions
My pens and words are f*cking weapons of that mass destruction
Run in that show and made it jump, them b*tches double-dutchin'
My brodie really keep that K and he not even Russian
I'm in his city tryna slide but I know that he duckin'

[Verse 2]
Man, got me p*ssed off
Bro hand up on the trigger, ready right to let that b*tch off
Word to my boy Chris, that chopper made him dance like TikTok
Casio all up on my wrist, might go bust down the G-Shock
Brodie keep that .19 on, he ride 'round with that G-lock
What they say? They spot 'em, then they got 'em, made him beatbox
Latina girls in my DM's, got me a mamacita
If you had the life I'm livin', this sh*t loco, Mamma Mia, ooh
Talk about my brothers and my family, we shoot from the paint
Hoodied up, black fit on my body like Kevin Durant
I ain't perfect, I done did some sh*t, b*tch, I am not a saint
Lost some brothers on the f*ckin' way and that sh*t brought me pain
Bail out any of my brothers or the f*cking gang
Steppin' on me, I know no n*ggas gon' tuck the chain
The hardest that's comin out of Indi', you gon' know the name
Told brodie, "Kick the cup," but he can't stop sippin' up on the drank
[Verse 3]
Gas got me moving slow, go up to my brain, uh
Grills look a little basic, hit up Johnny Dang
Damn, free my brother out that cell, know we hit a stain
Uh, now I'm posted with my gang, not talking 'bout Drain
Uh, know my brodie keep that torcher, he my f*ckin' flame
Uh, we gon' light up that Impala, b*tch, no, we not tame
Carry the team up on my back like I'm Calvin Klein
The engineer had me too quiet, I told 'em, "Turn the gain up"
Uh, I had to f*ck it up
Run up in the bank, I catch a check, you know I double up
Chopper gonna make a n*gga jump, it made 'em double-dutch
Born to be a menace in the scene, b*tch, know I f*ck it up
Beatin' up the beat, I finna murder this sh*t, rough it up
Ride around in a new Benz, no need to buff it up
Like a Disney movie, your b*tch said I look incredible
She tryna slide on me, you want this di*k? Fit in my schedule
She been in my crib so much that her ass a f*ckin' regular
That DND up on my phone, b*tch, I don't like my cellular
And she don't wanna tell you that she cheat, I had to tell you first
Indi' on my back and Edgar is the name, the f*ckin' third
He want smoke? We put him in the air, he with the f*ckin' birds
f*ck a hook, I come in with them bars, lil' n*gga, run the verse