Gold Stacks / Maybach Truck

Uh, uh, uh, uh, nigga
Uh, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My gang over everything, switch my car then switch my bitch
Servin' dog food through different nights, type of shit you breed a pit'
Pour dirty cups, muddy leave a stain, yo' shit dodgy 'cause it's Triss
Well, hoes and trust, I ain't got a thing, I'm Ray Charles into that bitch, uh
I don't wanna shoot no dice unless we bettin' on gold stacks
Lil' bruh slime and and pulled a cold move just for them cover racks
They wiped his nose, they had no clue, just like fat fox, he got' get back
These niggas more like mice and move, I bring out cheese just to kill a rat, ayy
Hit they trap, the bowls still down, in the end zone, pull a sack
Nigga play, they get walked down, take his life, he can't come back
All these bowls and zones I'm servin', trappin' like my granny back
These niggas keep dyin' from makin' songs, but they ain't learn from that
I ain't got no offer, no ho, I know my country Black
Ho, where your tonsils at?

This a Maybach truck, uh, what you driving in?
Uh, been renting from days to months
No pink slip, he ain't buyin' the Benz (uh-uh)
Spent fixty-six nights up on the bump
Stood tall in the joint, got no fear in the man (uh-uh)
They say revenge the best of all plans
Want to be real, want to take you a chance
Way I hide the stick inside the Maybach truck, you would thought I make it bend
Way I had it, bitch, you would think I'm takin' her down, whole time, I'm breakin' her in
Return back home to the street, I get nothing
From nothing to somethin', bet I'll do it again

I'm really chill inside this Maybach truck, they thinkin' 'bout touchin' the kid