Lyrics of 'Maserati (feat. Foolie)' by YNW Melly

Aye, haha
(Shoutout jackwood)
You know (mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(Foolie) and my uncle big magic ya know (ay, ay, ay, ay)

Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car, it’s a Maserati
Don't play with the clique
Don't play with blood, they gon’ catch a body
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick
With them Glocks with them dicks
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit
And if a nigga try to run up on me
Anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
'Cause I got killers on speed dial
And I wish my nigga beat trial
Bitch nigga stop it I'm higher than you though
You better go check on my latitude
These niggas be talkin' like they really on it you diss me
But bitch I'm not mad at ya

These niggas wan' eat on my plate
Where was you when I was strugglin'
Where was you when I was husslin’
I am not feelin’ these niggas
Feelin' like the mob send a couple hits
Coolin’ with my dogs just a couple crip
223's and them big f&n's
Me and melly really runnin' to them bands
Np keep that mp he gon’ shoot that thing until it's empty
Cause we run up a check in this white tee
We could scrabble up if you don't like me
Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely
Bullets strikin' that nigga like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the tesla truck
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bitch

Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car, it’s a Maserati
Don't play with the clique
Don't play with blood, they gon’ catch a body
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick
With them Glocks with them dicks
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit
And if a nigga try to run up on me
Anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
'Cause I got killers on speed dial
And I wish my nigga beat trial
Bitch nigga stop it I'm higher than you though
You better go check on my latitude
These niggas be talkin' like they really on it you diss me
But bitch I'm not mad at ya

'Cause it's a r-o-b-b-e-r-y (robbery, bitch)
And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire
Peeps they finally let a nigga out
Now these diamonds on my fuckin' couch
Got yo' bitch on my fuckin' couch
Balenciaga, lakers in the wait
Balenciaga loafers in her mouth
I make the bitch suck my toes
All of these bitches gon' suck on the dick
When I fuck cause she gon' menopause
She wanna fuck the team, she wanna fuck the gang (yeah)
All of this ice on my mothafuckin' neck
Like I'm Gucci mane (ya dig, yuh)

Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car, it’s a Maserati
Don't play with the clique
Don't play with blood, they gon’ catch a body
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick
With them Glocks with them dicks
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit
And if a nigga try to run up on me
Anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
'Cause I got killers on speed dial
And I wish my nigga beat trial
Bitch nigga stop it I'm higher than you though
You better go check on my latitude
These niggas be talkin' like they really on it you diss me
But bitch I'm not mad at ya