Maniac Thoughts

Opp block, opp block, yeah, get shot up nonstop High top Margielas on the kid, with Gucci socks Yeah we riding in these fucking foreign cars, with a big chop, chop I getcha brother head top, momma top, and daddy top Yeah your baby momma 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? Hey Maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts (hey) Say you hit the mall, what the fuck you bought? Want no fucking clothes, you spent it all on a broad (let's go) Where your drip at? Where your bitch at? Yeah, she moaning when she see the kid, I keep that wet You talking about a fucking opp block, we keep that wet We flipping bodies, houses and cars like a Tec-Deck Young nigga flaw, it's a pussy, you tryna protect that? You a fake shooter, why you tryna portray that? You a crime, you caught that body, but you ain't tell that We ain't riding to no Gucci in that hellcat Yeah we playing Gunna, Thugger and Lil' Baby Kicking back, listen to Mad Mob in that wraith Baby mama tripping, told her back up, give me space I know the world sleeping on me, but it's okay 'Cause you ain't ever own shit (shit) My diamonds be shining when I enter the building Came in aggressive, I don't talk to you niggas I be spazzing on niggas No phone calls, I don't contact these niggas Got call logs from texting from niggas I heard you begging for verses from niggas I'm running them bands like turf, lil' nigga Stop capping, I know what you heard, lil' nigga Hey Maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts (hey) Say you hit the mall, what the fuck you bought? Want no fucking clothes, you spent it all on a broad (let's go) Where your drip at? Where your bitch at? Yeah, she moaning when she see the kid, I keep that wet You talking about a fucking opp block, we keep that wet We flipping bodies, houses and cars like a Tec-Deck (my nigga) Matte black It went matte black It went matte black It went matte black Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black I went Maybach, Maybach I've been sayin' it went matte black It went matte black It went matte black It went matte black Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black I went Maybach, Maybach I wear Cartier watches, not a Rolex (Cartier) Shoot this Glock at your face Now you a throwback (now you a throwback, woo) Slide on 'em in a truck, yeah It's matte black (yeah, it's matte black) Got some shooters right behind me, in a Hellcat Disrespect, nah, I don't take that Take that, take that, take that, take that (hell naw) He pull the fire on me, he let me live, I'll be right back (damn) You said you take it, change the stain Naw, you ain't like that (no cap) I just let that Draco spit loud, like a T-Rex Hey Maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts, maniac thoughts (hey) Say you hit the mall, what the fuck you bought? Want no fucking clothes, you spent it all on a broad (let's go) Where your drip at? Where your bitch at? Yeah, she moaning when she see the kid, I keep that wet You talking about a fucking opp block, we keep that wet We flipping bodies, houses and cars like a Tec-Deck I've been saying it went matte black It went matte black It went matte black It went matte black Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black I went Maybach, Maybach I've been saying it went matte black, yeah It went matte black It went matte black It went matte black Matte, matte, matte, matte, matte, matte black I went Maybach, Maybach