MARIAH Lyrics

Rollin' up a backwood, man, that shit is so sticky

I was at the club chillin' and I got your hoe with me

Smith & Wesson 40, man, I spend about like 450

Chillin' with your bitch and you know she drinkin' pink Whitney

I just flipped a fuckin' brick around, it did a 360

Pull up on him and I'm finna bam, I got my heat with me

Hit a lick, got a thousand, then I gave my bro 50%

I'm up on the court and your bitch cheerin' on the base line

Gucci shades on, you can't even come and take mine

She seen all the money that I got, she tryna take lines

Sippin' Costa Migos, I don't even have to drink wine

Hit it from the back, I'm countin' money at the same time

Finna knock him out like Logan Paul because I drink prime

Had to bring the Perkys over there, it's across state lines

Tom Brady cause I got the blick, bullets stay diming

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, them bullets stay dimin

Ayyy, ayy, ayy, feel like Lil Uzi on my head, I got a pink diamond

Ayy, ayy, ayy, feel that Logan Paul, I knock him out because I drink prime

Ayy, ayy, ayy, Tom Brady cause my gun got bullets and they stay diming

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

While your bitch be hittin' on my phone every day, man, she stay winnin

Six-foot tall, man, she say that she gon' stay climbin

Said that you a hooper, you cannot share your plus minus

Every single song that I got out, man, it gon' stay timeless

I got way too many different cars and they got low mileage

Yeah, bitch, I'm too fly, I don't got no stylist

Too fly, like I said, a bad bitch is my co-pilot

Uh, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, she my co-pilot

Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, I might have to go around, start a whole riot

Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy, I got a whole riot

Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, bad bitch, singing while she suck it call her Mariah