Maine Musik I Run Spider Gang
[Intro]
Uh
You really be real bruh
You want a song but you wanna punch, get punched on
Look man, just let me know
I can't even hear, oh yeah
Just let me know, take these glasses off
Ayy, ayy what up?
Motherfuck, ayy, ayy what's up?
Talk that shit lil' nigga
[Verse 1]
I tell 'em, Maine that lil' nigga who had pistols by the bus stop
Thirty shot Glock with the cubic zirconia wristwatch
Bitch I'm with that gang, ain't got no reason for the click clock
Them last niggas tried died, play and you'll get chopped
Money my motivation, chasing it with my eyes open
Two guns loaded, I'm focused, mind big as an ocean
I tried josin' but look here, that wasn't the game plan
I prayed to man and got a better chance
What is you sayin' if you ain't chasin' no rubber bands?
I come from a land where certain niggas wouldn't understand
I tote that drum and I ain't talkin' from no southern band
This that automatic that'll blow your head by your pants
I done advanced, f..ck what these niggas think of me
Either you gon' get down with me or you gon' rest in peace
I'm tryna keep my head up in this upper cloud
Forty cal loud, I'm shootin' better than Chris Paul
Bitch let me ball, like Jordan and Dennis Rodman
I got a fetish for bad bitches, money, and diamonds
I don't think no more, I promise, I'm living it up
Doing my thing, being Maine, I ain't giving a f..ck
I got the game sewed up, threads and needles
Hands and heaters, old speakers and a two door Regal
The game evil but it's equal, respect it when it come back
Dude dead, but that's how we play it, nigga done that, ayy
[Interlude]
1500 Block, I run that bitch
Yeah, yeah
Lil' one reppin' off that hit and he know he ain't even send that bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Ain't too many niggas built like this
Ain't too many niggas built like this
Ain't too many niggas built like this
I say too many niggas built like this, ayy
[Verse 2]
Was in a rental, was up, gettin' off the exit
When a call came neither of us expected
My dawg called, we spoke to him, he went to talkin' reckless
Like know what? F..ck your broke ass, I felt so disrespected like
Damn, that's how you feel? Well nigga, Maine don't give two f..cks
I f..cked with you but f..ck you, from the heart, you had that [?] up
Junior still trippin' on that, know they hollered, "Free Buck"
Hop out with this AR and watch my whole whip freeze up
Like, leave that alone Maine
F..ck that [?] gang, shoot dice made out of silver slang
Call, speak to the old heads, Deebo shit 'fore they bottom bed
Back against the wall, that rec call, I wasn't never scared
Collect calls from Maine
Nobody bumpin', operator say the same thing
Karma a bitch, just shoot and switch, the game change
Now them conniving ass niggas need the Sand Maine, uh
I'm fly, bitch fly, no Wonder Woman
Bands on deck, no bayou classic or homecoming
Bro I'm comin' straight from the city, I miss the I-10
More whips than the KKK, what you gon' ride in?
Five, ten, fifteen different women with one opinion
Maine don't give a f..ck 'bout nothin', he just had that biddy
Louis Vuitton tennis charts, pendant aggravated
Nigga sell illusions, lyin' music, keep procrastinating
I be chasin' paper, let that laser chase a hater
You wouldn't catch up if you started plantin' in acres of tomatos
Gold chain, blue coupe, I'm gone, Indiana Pacer
Handcuff your bitch if you don't want this spider here to take here
Burn shit, no chlamydia, I lazy bake her
Shot it out on Grown Road and now that soul lays in acre
My white boy Wesley love that kush, he stay in Baker
Smoke all bones, he don't want no guards or no rolling papers
My baby mamas hate me, watchin' tape 'cause I'm an armed robber
I beat the charges 'cause I don't believe in fall pockets
Ain't no runnin' from that M1, you better fall, partner
And play dead, you better off tryin' playin' possum
Rasta, and I ain't got no dreads
These bullets rode the small bus, this some special ed
Blickies, they playin' dumb, I think my son in special ed
My bitch mopped me up slow, she know she got some special head
[Outro]
Look I fled from 12 when they came
Two clips on that thing, yeah
Bitch, I fled from 12 when they came
Two, yeah, bitch I run, bitch I run Spider Gang
F..ck wrong with a nigga?