Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maniac, artist - GoldLink. Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Maniac |
| 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 |
| Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |