Maybach Curtains

Know Ima wanna run it up, do it in my sleep ,
Don’t always wanna fuck, who I want this week,
Ay put my choppa up, this shit ain’t for the weak,
Them bodies got me sweating, shaking in my sleep,
It hurt to watch you leave, I think I’m in too deep,
I said the more I caught them slipping once he creep 
It’s platinum bowls we have boy I need 15 for P
Don’t want no trouble here, them choppas near the streets,
Man fuck this rap shit, 15 piece stuck in my Godard baggage,
Stuck in them trenches but the millions now I’m tryna grab it,
Nigga better not run it switch it, fuck it let em have it,
Oh I’m starting to peep them niggas hating cause they know we have it, I’m tryna make love to ha girl ion want no cookie,
Can we get matching Richie’s Birkin, hold my switches,
I’m at the black suburban truck  I got straight zombies with me,
G63, Big body Benz this ain’t no fuckin renty
No I won’t ever leave the trap them junkies calling my burner,
Got to think peaceful when I rap tryna not talk about murder,
I spin em all around stop it til it burning,
I broke her heart but she so fragile I’m still learning,
I lost the ones love and now my world is turning 
I’ma tryna catch spin em stretch and catch them all and purge em 
Real ones in my lane cause Ima step on shit for certain,
Right now I’m hurting,
Count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains ,
(Right now I’m hurting,
Count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains, Right now I’m hurting,
Count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains, Right now I’m hurting,
Count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains,(
(Right now I’m hurting,
Count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains, Right now I’m hurting,
Count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains)