Maniac Thoughts Lil Keed (Ft. StickBaby)

[Intro: Lil Keed]
I blazed him in matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
It went matte black
(Let's go, Mario)

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Opp' block, opp' block, yeah, get shot up, nonstop
High-top Margielas on the kid with Gucci socks
Yeah, we ridin' in these fuckin' foreign cars, with a big chop-chop
I get your brother head top, mama top, and daddy top
Yeah, your baby mama gimme top 'cause I got your head popped
Yeah, I care what you ride in, send 'em to a pop, that's locked
Goddamn, get the fuck back, why you always on my cock?

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Hey, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts (Hey)
Say you hit the mall, what the fuck you bought?
Want no fuckin' clothes, you spent it all on a broad (Let's go)
Where your drip at? Where your bitch at?
Yeah, she moanin' when she see the kid, I keep that wet
You talkin' 'bout a fuckin' opp' block, we keep that wet
We flippin' bodies, houses, and cars like a Tec-Deck

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Young nigga flaw, it's a pussy, you tryna protect that?
You a fake shooter, why you tryna portray that?
You was cryin when you caught that body, but you ain't tell that
We ain't ridin' to no Gucci in that hellcat
Yeah, we playin' Gunna, Thugger, and Lil Baby
Kickin' back, listen to Mad Mob in that wraith
Baby mama trippin', told her, "Back up, gimme space"
I know the world sleepin' on me, but it's okay
'Cause you ain't ever own shit (Shit)
My diamonds be shinin' when I enter the buildin'
Came in aggressive, I don't talk to you niggas
I be spazzin' on niggas
No phone calls, I don't contact these niggas
Got call laws from texting from niggas
I heard you beggin' for verses from niggas
I'm runnin' them bands like turf, lil' nigga
Stop cappin', I heard you heard, lil' nigga