Maybach lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa 808 got this b*tch knockin', n*gga, ayy

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, "Where your shirt at?"
b*tch, why you worried? I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, b*tch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young n*gga eatin', watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), b*tch, this hustlin' in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' since a teen, can't you tell? Look at my rings (b*tch)
And I'm only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin' (Starin')
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can't park it so I land it
Bad b*tch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, "Where your shirt at?" (What?)
b*tch, why you worried? I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)
[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that b*tch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these b*tchess show they boobs, yeah
Creepin' with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, b*tch I be drippy, I be killin' sh*t, I'm gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as f*ck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can't call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, "Where you work at?"
And I don't want no verses, man, these n*ggas too wack (The f*ck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, that's on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil' n*gga livin' extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, "Where your shirt at?" (Yeah)
b*tch, why you worried? (b*tch), I'm flexin' on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)