maze! Lyrics

Yeah, huh

Yeah

I just got lost in a maze (lost in a maze)

I should've listened she was crazy

She had me so lost in her gaze (lost in her gaze)

To be honest love isn't that great

Should've listened cause that bitch hella fake (that bitch hella fake)

I know her friends saying the same thing

I ain't worried bout finding a mate (aye)

Like it my birthday I'm getting the cake (cake)

I don't fuck with niggas

these niggas all snakes (these niggas all snakes)

I got like 10 friends

and they treat me amazing

I don't think these drugs finna save me (These drugs finna what?)

She say when I hit it I'm in the right place (yeah)

I don't care for vest when I aim for the face (okay)

My bitch carry straps she don't carry the mace

I don't know why these nigga try copy my pace

(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)

(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)

Bitch I'm finna go back to the basics (back to the basics)

I jus ran round all her bases (ran all her bases)

If you come then I am taking you places (yeah)

You a baddie so embrace it (woah)

When I approached you I knew that I'd make it (yeah)

I like how you pop it I love when you shake it

These niggas all mad that I'm getting the gaup

I ain't sipping tris bitch I'm sippin on wok

I can't kiss that bitch cause she giving up top

I'm pippin that X at 11 o clock

I might call my ex jus to get in some wap

Cartier diamonds this sillier watch

Put down them hands and we raising up glocks

I jus poured my juice inside of my voss

I just got lost in a maze (lost in a maze)

I should've listened she was crazy

She had me so lost in her gaze (lost in her gaze)

To be honest love isn't that great

Should've listened cause that bitch hella fake (that bitch hella fake)

I know her friends saying the same thing

I ain't worried bout finding a mate (aye)

Like it my birthday I'm getting the cake (cake)

I don't fuck with niggas

these niggas all snakes (these niggas all snakes)

I got like 10 friends

and they treat me amazing

I don't think these drugs finna save me (These drugs finna what?)

She say when I hit it I'm in the right place (yeah)

I don't care for vest when I aim for the face (okay)

My bitch carry straps she don't carry the mace

I don't know why these nigga try copy my pace

(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)

(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)