Goldlink Maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
Boutta make a million for all my, all my
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
Boutta make a million for all my-all my
Let a nigga move one time in his prime
Creep on the beat when I'm prolly gon' slide
Got the whole DMV on my side
Treat it with bitches who slide on my line
The way that the man holds him, like a bent OG
With a pin, China, smash the Benz
I can escape and break the glass at hand
Y'all niggas gon' be ghosts, like Pac-Man
Shootin' at ya, clickity-clack, the fact is
Word around is, it don't matter
That your favorite rapper head on a silver platter
My goose'll catch ya, don't ask no questions
When we in the zone, it's pure reaction
Shawty hella thick and got an accent
Might have to whip, and whip and gas it
No time for it, so I lean
I get lean (Lean, lean, lean)
Triple beam scheme with the black out seats and a top-top freak
I get G's (G's, G's, G's)
Shella, fettuccine, fingers up, you ain't ever seen
I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revving', gone
Lil' flip, I keep it pimpin'
I keep quite a distance from niggas, so stay on the jump
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
Boutta make a million for all my, all my
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
Boutta make a million for all my-all my
Let a nigga move two times in this bitch
I don't miss, with the hits, kinda opposite
With the shits, my style's so effortless
I cream too hard, might just take ya bitch
I shine too hard, I even shine in the dark
No shines on D, and my god, whole team win it all
I don't wanna f..ck when I ball
I don't even splurge at the mall
So we, so pill, so dee, so dis, so dat, look
I don't wanna check up at the door
Same fiend, same depth, same shot, same dis, same dat, look
I don't wanna check up at the door
I miss Mac, 'cause he a maniac
And I'm a maniac, and an insomniac
And they shoot the choppa, I just take the choppa now
And if I have to, I'mma take this chopper down
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
Boutta make a million for all my, all my
I'm finna make a hunnid billion racks
For my children, finna max out, yuh
And that's facts, yeah
I'm finna cop a hunnid million packs
Of that water wave, wet it while
All down my back, yeah
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