(Okay) Maybach outside, Maybach out-, uh (yeah)
Maybach outside runnin', fuck, uh, uh (okay)
Maybach outside runnin' (yeah)

I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, hit, huh
Hit, hit, hit, hit, skully
Hit, hit, hit, hit
Hit, hit, hit, hit, skully

Shut up, I know you don't love me (let's go)
I'm fuckin' on her and her buddy, yeah
The Maybach outside, uh
I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin' (yeah, bitch)
Don't make me get in no trouble (with the, yeah)
You know when I air this bitch out now
I'm tryna be calm, I promise
It's gettin' too hard to be humble
It's a Phantom outside, I'ma get in that, send 'em lil' niggas
I send 'em back up in the box in the coroner minivan
Go on 'em like Ja, make 'em spin like a ceilin' fan (ayy)
Hop out and blow at 'em (now come on, let's go)
You play with me, bitch, we gon' make CNN
Bet a fuck nigga know better

I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, hit (woo)
Hit, hit, hit, hit, skully
Hit, hit, hit, hit
Hit, hit, hit, hit, skully

Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (okay)
They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this bitch
Better how sick that they get
Hit 'em with this and I bet your lil' buddy you miss
I had to turn up my wrist
Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got the below in the clip
Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit (let's go)
I got a- in this bitch, I got a- in this bitch
I got the baddest, ratchet bitch that's dancin' all on my dick
I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah
Brrt, leave 'em slumped, you know I do, don't say I don't

Got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit
Hit, hit, hit, hit, skully
Hit, hit, hit, hit
Hit, hit, hit

I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, hit (woo)
Hit, hit, hit, hit, skully
Hit, hit, hit, hit
Hit, hit, hit, hit, skully

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Blake Jakob, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, Ron LaTour