Maps & Directions Lyrics

(Aye good lookin' Ashton)

Preciate it Ashton

Bro you snapped on this bitch, no bullshit

Goon Squad, Keep Moving, all that shit

Cartier on my-

Hold on that's not it

Hold on

Run it back, run it back

Cartier on my left wrist

They ask what I'm on, pouring up like a step-sis

It ain't bout the money, I don't think I'm interested

Tryna touch my first mill(meal), nigga, fuck a breakfast

Scratch the serial(cereal) off the gun in my bag like it's Chex Mix

Pulled up with the guys, so you know that's who I left with

All about my dollars(Dallas) like the Mavericks in Texas

Who is in my door? It's that bad bitch I texted

Where the hoes at? I need the maps and directions

Funny how she born in '02 but leave me breathless

My shooter got Dior trainers on cause he stretch shit

Bitch named Pepper, she gone suck me like a breath mint

Cuddy moving bricks like it's Lego-Land

Backseat got a whore in it(hornet) I think that it's a Melo fan

Niggas stole my sauce, I think I need me a settlement

It's gon' be a real long time till you relevant

I was making money off these records, now I'm coppin' CD

Caught a dub and I split it, put the gang in VVs

I don't fuck with 12, (nope) couldn't be a pre-teen

Shorty seen I'm having motion, she like "baby teach me"

Light skin, dark skin, we just made a Reese's

Told her friend she ain't check me out, but I got receipts

I'm like a mom with orange slices, I make sure the team eats

And my pops was a baller, so I feel like Gigi

And my gang's super solid, they would never leave me

We might go on vacation, but we never retreat

She don't even got no manners, but she tryna please me

You is every other Friday, bitch I get it weekly

Say you richer, but that's cap, boy your money knee deep

Call your bitch and I answer

Leave a message, she sleep

I was taking hella L's, now a band on these feet(defeat)

They ain't think I make it this far like a deep three

(Swish)

(Huh)

I guess I got range

Failed gym class cause on the guys, I will not change

Niggas telling stories like the news(noose), we cannot hang

When I say that shit, I'm Zo Ball, bitch I'm not playing

Funny how it's ice on my wrist but it's not sprained

It was small, now my money big, feel like Scott Lang

Bitch, I am not your last, huh

Bitch, I am not your last nigga cause I'm not lame

Cartier on my left wrist

They ask what I'm on, pouring up like a step-sis

It ain't bout the money, I don't think I'm interested

Tryna touch my first mill(meal), nigga, fuck a breakfast

Scratch the serial(cereal) off the gun in my bag like it's Chex Mix

Pulled up with the guys, so you know that's who I left with

All about my dollars(Dallas) like the Mavericks in Texas

Who is in my door? It's that bad bitch I texted

Where the hoes at? I need the maps and directions(huh)

I need the maps and directions

Where the hoes at? I need the maps and directions(on gang)

I need the maps and directions

Funny how she born '02 but leave me breathless

My shooter got Dior trainers on cuz he stretch shit

Bitch named Pepper, she gon' suck me like a breath mint

Trip like five days, so I bought 10 fits

Niggas tryna copy what I do, like a template

Really got motion, I ain't with all that pretend shit

Make her eyes roll back, now she like demented

Baby if I ever said I love you, then I meant it

Niggas, they be two-faced, on some Harvey Dent shit

Money came quick, so you know that's how I spent it

You cannot drive what I'm in, it's expensive

Got it on my own, so you know I never rent shit