SILVER MAYBACH lyrics
by BLOODIE
[Chorus: Bloodie]
Jet, like Hat, you know we don't jack that
He say “Fly that”, we crashed that
See an ass and a bop make em' Makk that
Watched his mans turn in the block, got clapped at
Ahh ahh make it hot where you trap at
Three guns in a back pack
Get up close on a Crip, let 'em have that
41K, boy, them n*ggas did-
[Verse 1: Bloodie]
So many hips, we don't know where no flags at
But this sh*t-but this sh*t getting bad-bad
Used to post on the block in-
Bro did the drill, told 'em check on his Cash App
I told bro gon' grab that
I think one of them act bad
I told bro throw shot if he flash that
Bro get em close to the car, he might flip that
[Verse 2: Dee Play4Keeps]
Me and Bloodie like Batman and Robin
Rah Rah dead, somebody shot him
O to the Y, I'm with gangstas and goblins
Makks in the spot, told Mosha flock em
Oh he an opp? We gon' box
We smoke shh, he exotic
Like bullets start shaking his hips, now he laying in a rock
Go straight right to bed, have his momma come find him
Opp thot on that block having flashbacks
He say fly that, we crashed that
We see the opps move mad tact'
No more free Banga in a minute, that's Mad Max
We took trips out of that whip, if you think I'm lyin', ask Vito and his b*tch
I don't beef with the Sweeps, ran ricks and sh*t
Ask Kiljay, he got beat like a, he got-he got beat like a b*tch
Free AT, my Makk gon' blitz
Kelly, Sally let me put on ya, like, let me put on ya tit
(He got-he got beat like a b*tch, Free AT, my Makk gon' blitz
Kelly, Sally, let me put on ya, like, let me put on ya tit)
[Verse 3: Bloodie]
(n*gga, ahh, ahh)
Hellcat kid, but we don't do no stars
3 dogs in the car
We hop out on that block, we might bark
We getting close, we ain't throw shot from far, ahh ahh
My shots finna bark
Drop a O, let it spark
Too many lights, had to creep in the dark
Hellcat kid, but I'm cutting the Sharkk
[Chorus: Bloodie & Dee Play4Keeps]
Jet, like Hat, you know we don't jack that
He say "Fly that", we crashed that
See an ass and a bop make em' Makk that
Watched his mans turn in the block, got clapped at (Kezii)
Ahh ahh make it hot where you trap at
Three guns in a back pack
Get up close on a Crip, let 'em have that
41K, boy, them n*ggas did-
Me and Bloodie like Batman and Robin
Rah Rah dead, somebody shot him (Rah Rah)
O to the Y, I'm with gangstas and goblins
Makks in the spot, told Mosha flock em
Oh he an opp? We gon' box
We smoke shh, he exotic
Like bullets start shaking his hips, now he laying in a rock
Go straight right to bed, have his momma come find him