Maverick lyrics

[Chorus]
W-W-W-Whip that b*tch, hope I don't crash, yeah
b*tch n*gga not talkin' 'bout sh*t, I'm on yo' ass, yeah
Get to the Lamb' truck, bih', you can't set me up
In and out in traffic, SRT, f-f*ck a bad b*tch
I'm just f*ckin' on a bad bih', t-take her shoppin', we at Saks Fifth
Celine, I'm gon' mix up that sh*t, I'm gon'— I'm gon' mix up that sh*t
R-Rick Owens jeans, 1017 jack'
Look like my shoota play for the Mavericks

[Verse]
What the f*ck? Bih', bad ho say she love me (Yeah)
What you makin' monthly? I made that in a f*ckin' week
I'm not ridin' 'round with my feet
Told slime, "Pour up the lean, I'm weak"
I been geeked all Goddamn week
Finna go slide all the opps I see
Big lean sippin', yeah, off the— off the Perc', I get ya, yeah
B-Bet the Glock won't miss you, yeah
I-I'on drink beer, no liquor
Spin in four-door, Missiles
All-black truck, it's full of b*tches
I don't really f*ck with n*ggas
I just f*ck with slime, he hit sh*t (Yeah, bee, bee)
Big bank, I-I put on that Sizzurp (Bee, mob)
Freak ass— freak ass ho, you can keep her (Keep her)
Tennis chain lookin' like a damn blizzard (Blizzard, mob)
b*tch, I'm 20 with six figures (Bee, bee, bee)
Beatin' her back, tryna get her ass bigger (Bee, yeah)
Really got this sh*t first, bigger (Yeah, yeah)
Glock got titties, b*tch, I built her (Bee)
[Chorus]
W-W-W-Whip that b*tch, hope I don't crash, yeah
b*tch n*gga not talkin' 'bout sh*t, I'm on yo' ass, yeah
Get to the Lamb' truck, bih', you can't set me up
In and out in traffic, SRT, f-f*ck a bad b*tch
I'm just f*ckin' on a bad bih', t-take her shoppin', we at Saks Fifth
Celine, I'm gon' mix up that sh*t, I'm gon'— I'm gon' mix up that sh*t
R-Rick Owens jeans, 1017 jack'
Look like my shoota play for the Mavericks