Oh
Shit Roger made this one
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands then don't at me
HellStar on the hoodie; the feet Bally
Hit Mayling grab the loot then we outie
In that black truck I'm looking for sum Grammy's
They don't want smoke they know we keep a blammy
When we outside we trooped up like the navy
He flashing grammy's get the drop and we gon take em
Any nigga wanna beef then we gon' bake em
Off the drank but I'm tryna pour some more plaint Tee but the shirt say dior
Them niggas quit because we up on the board
Ain't take a risk then you ain't getting no reward
Alright ain't get away the hollow tips broke through his spinal cord
F*ck around and pull up in a Benz truck ain't no Honda accord
Probably f*cked you're bitch you call you're main because i like that whore
I got a couple bitches surrounding me that can touch the floor
I need two bitches not one one be having me bored
Purple jeans and the Christian lubes some shit you can't afford
Got the opps hiding from the gang because we outscored
Bad bitch with a BBL but I need a couple more
Ain't no normal jacket on my body shit mon-clair
Told the bitch come take a picture you don't gotta stare
The color on my Jordan 12's nigga these hella rare
The Johnnies caught me red-handed I had to pull the chair
Why would I beef with this duke nigga he the known square
The open relationship my bitch caught me I was in the fair
Ass fat really from the back I had to pull her hair
Knock-knock flockers on you're block playing truth or dare
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands then don't at me
HellStar on the hoodie the feet Bally
Hit Mayling grab the loot then we outie
In that black truck I'm looking for some grammy's
They mad at us cause we the only one that's scorin'
Them niggas bums they ain't never seen a foreign
That Gen-5 I had to stuff it in my mon-clair
Designer T's and Masons the shit he don't wear
Rich nigga having dinner that shit two thousand
Fly shit milano hoodie and the feet lavin
If you ain't never took a risk then you ain't gon' earn shit
White diamonds on the floor like some bird shit
Subs by wwwzeorangercouk
MaybachZay - No Reward (feat. D2blc) Lyrics
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English
Oh
Shit Roger made this one
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands then don't at me
HellStar on the hoodie; the feet Bally
Hit Mayling grab the loot then we outie
In that black truck I'm looking for sum Grammy's
They don't want smoke they know we keep a blammy
When we outside we trooped up like the navy
He flashing grammy's get the drop and we gon take em
Any nigga wanna beef then we gon' bake em
Off the drank but I'm tryna pour some more plaint Tee but the shirt say dior
Them niggas quit because we up on the board
Ain't take a risk then you ain't getting no reward
Alright ain't get away the hollow tips broke through his spinal cord
F*ck around and pull up in a Benz truck ain't no Honda accord
Probably f*cked you're bitch you call you're main because i like that whore
I got a couple bitches surrounding me that can touch the floor
I need two bitches not one one be having me bored
Purple jeans and the Christian lubes some shit you can't afford
Got the opps hiding from the gang because we outscored
Bad bitch with a BBL but I need a couple more
Ain't no normal jacket on my body shit mon-clair
Told the bitch come take a picture you don't gotta stare
The color on my Jordan 12's nigga these hella rare
The Johnnies caught me red-handed I had to pull the chair
Why would I beef with this duke nigga he the known square
The open relationship my bitch caught me I was in the fair
Ass fat really from the back I had to pull her hair
Knock-knock flockers on you're block playing truth or dare
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands then don't at me
HellStar on the hoodie the feet Bally
Hit Mayling grab the loot then we outie
In that black truck I'm looking for some grammy's
They mad at us cause we the only one that's scorin'
Them niggas bums they ain't never seen a foreign
That Gen-5 I had to stuff it in my mon-clair
Designer T's and Masons the shit he don't wear
Rich nigga having dinner that shit two thousand
Fly shit milano hoodie and the feet lavin
If you ain't never took a risk then you ain't gon' earn shit
White diamonds on the floor like some bird shit
Subs by wwwzeorangercouk
Shit Roger made this one
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands then don't at me
HellStar on the hoodie; the feet Bally
Hit Mayling grab the loot then we outie
In that black truck I'm looking for sum Grammy's
They don't want smoke they know we keep a blammy
When we outside we trooped up like the navy
He flashing grammy's get the drop and we gon take em
Any nigga wanna beef then we gon' bake em
Off the drank but I'm tryna pour some more plaint Tee but the shirt say dior
Them niggas quit because we up on the board
Ain't take a risk then you ain't getting no reward
Alright ain't get away the hollow tips broke through his spinal cord
F*ck around and pull up in a Benz truck ain't no Honda accord
Probably f*cked you're bitch you call you're main because i like that whore
I got a couple bitches surrounding me that can touch the floor
I need two bitches not one one be having me bored
Purple jeans and the Christian lubes some shit you can't afford
Got the opps hiding from the gang because we outscored
Bad bitch with a BBL but I need a couple more
Ain't no normal jacket on my body shit mon-clair
Told the bitch come take a picture you don't gotta stare
The color on my Jordan 12's nigga these hella rare
The Johnnies caught me red-handed I had to pull the chair
Why would I beef with this duke nigga he the known square
The open relationship my bitch caught me I was in the fair
Ass fat really from the back I had to pull her hair
Knock-knock flockers on you're block playing truth or dare
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands then don't at me
HellStar on the hoodie the feet Bally
Hit Mayling grab the loot then we outie
In that black truck I'm looking for some grammy's
They mad at us cause we the only one that's scorin'
Them niggas bums they ain't never seen a foreign
That Gen-5 I had to stuff it in my mon-clair
Designer T's and Masons the shit he don't wear
Rich nigga having dinner that shit two thousand
Fly shit milano hoodie and the feet lavin
If you ain't never took a risk then you ain't gon' earn shit
White diamonds on the floor like some bird shit
Subs by wwwzeorangercouk
Writer: MaybachZay MaybachZay, D2blc D2blc
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: MaybachZay
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: MaybachZay MaybachZay, D2blc D2blc