[Chorus]
He's the kind of person goes to driving maserati(8x)
[Verse 1: Big D]:
Im the kind of n***a to be drivin maserati
Got the weed in the trunk and my hand on the shotty
Sellin weed sellin yay to a motherf**ing thottie
Ain't a thang
Just a thang till somebody tried to shot
I mean shoot me
What you doing
Oh you rappin' spittin fluid
Just to do it or get famous
Get these chambers call them bangers
And these bangers leave you chopped
Leave you slopped up in a pot bruh
It ain't funny so dont laugh
Shells harder than f**in math (Damn)
(Hes the kind of) n***a that was taught to laugh
At anything cause real n***as dont make it in the ave
(Hes the kind of) n***a that was taught to sell d**
And anybody not around was told to get no love
Lets get it on!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Derrick Da Goon]
Ok ok
Ok ok
b**h!
Dreams of waking up in my maserati
Body tracks cause my drive to rap yea im about it (bout it)
Dats the pedal to the metal
I know im a rebal
Better yet im the devil
In my space shuttle
Chillin livin thrillinn
Till my gas empty
k**in MCs
Grillin MCs
Listenin to my sh** in my maserati
Me, my, myself and I
Im just trying get the sweet things in my life like apple pie
Now what im bout to do
Head to the bank
End up in high speed chase
Now lets see if you can catch me in my maserati (Maserati)
Turned out it wasn't real i was only dreamin bout it
fu*k!!
[Hook]