Maniac - GoldLink

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)

'Bout to make a million for all my, all my

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)

'Bout to make a million for all my, all my

Let a nigga move one time in his prime

Creep on the beat, when I ride, we gon' slide

Got the whole DMV on my side

Treated with bitches who slide on my line

The way that the man whole team like a band, OG

With a peng tryna smash the band

I can escape and break, the glass, the Hen

Y’all niggas goin' ghost, the Pac, the 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 goons will 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 blacked-out seats, with a top-top freak

I get cheese (Cheese, cheese, cheese)

Cheddar, fettuccine, jig is up, you ain’t ever seen

I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revvin', 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

'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)

'Bout to make a million for all my, all my

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)

'Bout to 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 shots on D, and my god, whole team win it all

I don’t wanna fuck when I ball

I don’t even splurge at the mall

Sold weed, sold pills, sold D, sold this, sold that

Look, I don’t wanna talk about it all

Seen fiends, seen death, seen shots, seen this, seen that

Look, I don’t wanna talk about it all

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 will take this chopper down

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

Better watch your back, I’m a maniac

'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)

'Bout to make a million for all my, all my

I’m finna make a hunnid billion racks

For my children, finna max out, yeah

And that’s facts, yeah

I’m finna cop a hunnid million packs

Of that water wave, wet and wild

All down my back, yeah

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