Maid Outfit

Yeah

(Calio!)

Yeah Google, Google (what?)
Said I look like Doogal
Yeah, I make that money
But I still be livin' frugal (chi-ching)
She pretty like a poodle
Wet like a noodle
Icing on these bitches, make 'em look like toaster strudel (yeah)

(Let's go!) Yeah, I'm cool as fuck
I've been at the 'frigerator (aye)
Ice around my neck, lookin' like a figure skater (okay)
No, I ain't Magellan, but I'm still a navigator (huh)
Climbing to new heights, yeah I scale it like a gator (yeah, aye)

Quirked-up white boy
Little bit of swag
Walked into Versace
And I came out with the bag
First time on the mic
Yeah, you know we make a hit
Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (yeah, okay)

(Yuh)
Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (what?)
(Ayy, yah)
Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (aye)

L-l-look like a square
Bitch, I don't play games (what?)
Cooler than the ocean but I still be spittin' flames (splash)
15 kills up on the board
You know I'm takin' names (oof)

Vision 20-20 like a window with no frames (aye, what?)
Lighting like McQueen but I'm wanted like a Mater (kachow!)
Your girl is a cutie but you'll never see me date her (no way!)
No, I ain't got beef, but I serve up like a cater
Speedrun on these hoes
Can't keep up? See you later (sheesh)

Quirked-up white boy
Little bit of swag (swag)
Walked into Versace
And I came out with the bag (hey!)
First time on the mic
Yeah, you know we make a hit (ayy)
Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (aye, yuh)

(Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit)
(Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit)

(Yuh)
Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (what?)
(Ayy, yah)
Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (aye)

(Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit)



Credits
Writer(s): Callan Searcy, Tyler Collins
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