[Intro: X4]
(FBEAT go crazy)
Hmm, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Hmm, FBEAT go crazy
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Hmm
Hmm, Maserati truck, hmm

[Chorus: X4]
Maserati truck, bitch, that's just the starter kit
Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip
Everybody shocked, I don't know why, they know who started this
Ain't no back and forth, n***as die up off them arguments
I'm jointed up now, hmm, Rick Owens, Celine
Got the opps spooked, hmm, we be doin' 'em mean
I ain't goin' back and forth with a n***a that ain't richer than me
If he ain't rich as a bitch, don't compare him to me

[Verse 1: X4]
Couple n***as mad, Oscar the Grouch
Told security we can't get blicks in, then I ain't poppin' out
Ran that bag up, n***as better watch they mouth
Give my Tiny a couple bands, he gon' shiesty up and X you out
Always postin' blicks up on the 'Gram, need to go test 'em out
County jail rumbles, tell the johnnies bring the stretchers out
Another opp down, now we got his people stressin' out
Callin' to the jail sayin' they need they son out now
He ain't wanna slide, he said, "Let me out the car now"
Keep poppin' Percs, he surrounded by some dark clouds
PTSD, he keep clutchin' off of loud sounds
Whoever in the way, tell them get down or lay down
I ain't wanna talk, told the bitch to get on her knees
Fuck you really mean? I been a n***a since thirteen
Please don't get a stain on my shirt, 'cause it say Celine
Sweep the opps' block, my Tinys mop, Mr. Clean
[Chorus: X4]
Maserati truck, bitch, that's just the starter kit
Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip
Everybody shocked, I don't know why, they know who started this
Ain't no back and forth, n***as die up off them arguments
I'm jointed up now, hmm, Rick Owens, Celine
Got the opps spooked, hmm, we be doin' 'em mean
I ain't goin' back and forth with a n***a that ain't richer than me
If he ain't rich as a bitch, don't compare him to me

[Verse 2: Remble]
If he ain't never pulled a skit, don't compare him to Smoke
No, your hood don't got no real homies, they buryin' jokes
Bust her down at the hotel, I'm marryin' Mose
Where I'm from, it was either strip or carry a pole
(Crip Avenue), please stop marryin' thots
Do you want a cheap-weave skeeze or cream of the crop?
(Dodger Stadium), by myself, I can carry a box
You know you a joint when the joints start giving you props
It's Remble, I'm not finna tell you again
I don't want that Glocky, lil' brother, just sell me the SIG
You know twenty-eight shots is better than ten
You against me a Hi-Point compared to a fin
(Free the general), no probably, I'ma bust
Plus, I just got some neck inside a Maserati truck
(LGN), no question, I'ma squeeze
And you know you in trouble if I dial Baby Sneeze
[Chorus: X4]
Maserati truck, bitch, that's just the starter kit
Walked up in the building, told the label I need all the chip
Everybody shocked, I don't know why, they know who started this
Ain't no back and forth, n***as die up off them arguments
I'm jointed up now, hmm, Rick Owens, Celine
Got the opps spooked, hmm, we be doin' 'em mean
I ain't goin' back and forth with a n***a that ain't richer than me
If he ain't rich as a bitch, don't compare him to me