Maybach (remix) Lyrics - Dave East

[Intro] 

Cool, I just paint it blue 

Ooh, your bitch ate me too 

BlocBoy what's crackin'? 

I had to do this shit 

[Chorus] 

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach 

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat 

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't payed back 

Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats 

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach 

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat 

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't payed back 

Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats 

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[Verse] 

Cool, I just paint it blue 

Ooh, your bitch ate the crew 

True, gang I bang it too 

Do, what I came to do 

Ice, water just splash in the Patek 

I caught him in traffic on Madison 

I took his top off over some Khalid shit 

600 start up automatic 

No response, I act like I don't hear that 

Told my bitch, bring a friend ya'll can share that 

Head shot, aim, right where your beard at 

New Glock, shoot you right out your Air Max 

AMIRI and Off White, I wear that 

Slippers on 'em blocks where you niggas scared at 

Everywhere I go, my jewelry I wear that 

Same club you front in, you end up dead at 

I'm sober [?], where the meds at 

I'm not tryna go where the feds at 

You jackin' my bro 'til I dead that 

Tell Don or Tee Grizz' send a head tap 

I bought a Rover with my first check 

And I ain't even went to work yet 

Catch an opp and leave his shirt wet 

How New York sound, yeah I heard Flex 

BlocBoy that's my Grape 

Now I got the cops talking 'bout my tapes 

Scrap you in the box, cause I'm gaining weight 

Pull up on the plug, I ain't tryna wait 

New Prada's with the straps 

Call my niggas Fats, send another batch 

She give me head and get a cab 

I'll come outside and get a bag 

I ain't talkin' bout the dance, when me and Wiz did the dab 

I left kids in her mouth, she had your kids and you mad 

We got a crib in the South, and bought some whips with the cash 

I got a stick in my bag, you play I'm unzippin' it fast 

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[Chorus] 

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach 

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat 

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't payed back 

Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats 

Ridin' in a mothafuckin' Maybach 

My homie he fresh out he just did eight flat 

Connect fronted some work, I still ain't payed back 

Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats 

[Outro] 

BlocBoy, my nigga 

I fuck with the Rover, you know what I mean? 

It's Maybach season, my nigga 

Big boy toys and shit like that, blue lights, you dig? 

Feel like first-class in the backseat 

Maybach 

My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat 

Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats