Fourmatic boys on the rise
We the wave like erosion's
Y'all niggas way too tired
Nigga what do you gain from emotions
Stop the commotion
Y'all niggas not outside
Suck a dick
You sucka niggas can die
If I want it
There ain't no way you can stop it
I could cancel all your plans with a swipe
I could cancel all your plans for life
Truthfully
You see the physique
You know you not fucking with me
To keep it a bean, I need me a g
If I'm putting words to a sheet
You niggas centipedes
You sensitive please
A hundred feet on 'em at least
I'm where I'm supposed to be
My spirit at ease
You don't wanna talk about free
I need 20 million on me (tax free)
Why you talking on the tweets (at me)
I can see it in your face (acne)
You don't feel safe
Why won't you come clean? (Tax free)
Got a brand new watch, that bitch tax free (yuh!)
I don't need no Glock for no rap beef (save)
Them boys xerox, that's a pet peeve
Bitch I paid my dues
(Tax free)

Maytag niggas, I'm'a maytag niggas (maytag)
Maytag niggas, I'm'a maytag niggas (louder)
Maytag niggas, I'm'a maytag niggas (kids!)
Maytag niggas, I'm'a maytag niggas (louder!)
Maytag niggas, I'm'a maytag niggas
Yeah!

Name a nigga that can wash me (yea right, okay!)
Better go get some money (yea right, okay!)
Air it out like laundry (yea right, okay!)
All my 'ville niggas copy (yea right, okay!)

Maytag niggas, I'm'a maytag niggas
Maytag niggas, I'm'a maytag niggas
(Maytag)

Sick of all you hoes it's a pandemic
He said he want smoke can he handle it
No
You don't gotta question if I'm authentic
All my hoes from the motherland they look like Russell Stover's
Bitch I'm feeling extra as fuck
Leprechaun scope, nigga, push your luck
I don't need to boast
I just gotta show up
Yeah, I heard your flows, you ain't fucking wit us
Bitch, I know yo' baby momma way too well especially
She tell me what time you work, so I'll be there till next week
I got me some lead for anybody wanna test me
Bless me, I don't need protection
Capricorn king, you can't cancel me
Well dressed hood booger baby dance with me
I know what you want
Get your hands off me
All she get is dick and happy hour then she go to sleep
Tell me who you with cause ain't no playing sides
Run up on yo' ass, it's just me no mas
Niggas mad cause my theme song like E. Coli
Roaming wit pockets of romaine
Gold chains
Go change your gang
Niggas want yo lane no way
I'ma let you get in my space
I'ma take the food off yo plate
I'ma give yo' boo yoplait
Playing no games with this shit
I'm like coltrane with this shit
Put my soul train in yo bitch
Head for goal don't need assist
How you a goat? You don't exist
Open the door, hit me a lick
Bitch I'm hov's 92 bricks
Losing control, niggas don't know where to go
You headed straight for the cliff
You get exposed, you perpetrate in your flows
Better come clean with that shit
(Maytag)