Maserati Truc X4 & Remble

[Intro: X4]
(FBEAT go crazy)
Hmm, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Hmm, FBEAT go crazy
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Hmm
Hmm, Maserati truck, hmm

[Chorus: X4]
Maserati truck, bitch, that's just the starter kit
Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip
Everybody shocked, I don't know why, they know who started this
Ain't no back and forth, niggas die up off them arguments
I'm jointed up now, hmm, Rick Owens, Celine
Got the opps spooked, hmm, we be doin' 'em mean
I ain't goin' back and forth with a nigga that ain't richer than me
If he ain't rich as a bitch, don't compare him to me

[Verse 1: X4]
Couple niggas mad, Oscar the Grouch
Told security we can't get blicks in, then I ain't poppin' out
Ran that bag up, niggas better watch they mouth
Give my Tiny a couple bands, he gon' shiesty up and X you out
Always postin' blicks up on the 'Gram, need to go test 'em out
County jail rumbles, tell the johnnies bring the stretchers out
Another opp down, now we got his people stressin' out
Callin' to the jail sayin' they need they son out now
He ain't wanna slide, he said, "Let me out the car now"
Keep poppin' Percs, he surrounded by some dark clouds
PTSD, he keep clutchin' off of loud sounds
Whoever in the way, tell them get down or lay down
I ain't wanna talk, told the bitch to get on her knees
Fuck you really mean? I been a nigga since thirteen
Please don't get a stain on my shirt, 'cause it say Celine
Sweep the opps' block, my Tinys mop, Mr. Clean