Maniac (Murda Miami)
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
Just— just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
Just— just like a junkie
You fucking with realer, we rip a pretender
No need for a pistol, I'm swinging that K
Killer mandate, murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
Coming with static, the MAC automatic,
I'm wrapping the corpse, we done dumped him in plastic
I come through with gadgets and turn you to ashes
Right before you die, throw his ass in the lake
Triple six ritual, within a set
Three sixes [?] them black silhouеttes,
that shadow the soul and they nothing but еx
New era underdog, never neglect, when I get done, [?]
Living more, killing more, money,
percentages, pay all my paper, I'll cut off your neck
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
Just— just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
Just— just like a junkie
Yuh, yuh, my hell is never-ending
I've been living with the devil on my
shoulder, any human that's colder than me? (Bitch)
Hotter than me, you can't reach my degree
I don't read but I do release magazines
I got a chapter for all of you maggots (Bitch)
I'm an underground carnal, life is internal, death is infernal
We don't fuck with you,
you don't fuck with us, please don't cross the line
Still walk around with a fat-lip ho,
she bust out the pussy, she make it explode
She jump on my dick, put a strain on my back, yuh, yuh
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Putting rappers in body bags (Bitch)
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
I need a Fat Mac jawn, I think I'm having another ink attack
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
I need a Fat Mac jawn, I think I'm having another ink attack
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Just— just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
Just— just like a junkie
You fucking with realer, we rip a pretender
No need for a pistol, I'm swinging that K
Killer mandate, murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
Coming with static, the MAC automatic,
I'm wrapping the corpse, we done dumped him in plastic
I come through with gadgets and turn you to ashes
Right before you die, throw his ass in the lake
Triple six ritual, within a set
Three sixes [?] them black silhouеttes,
that shadow the soul and they nothing but еx
New era underdog, never neglect, when I get done, [?]
Living more, killing more, money,
percentages, pay all my paper, I'll cut off your neck
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
Just— just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
Just— just like a junkie
Yuh, yuh, my hell is never-ending
I've been living with the devil on my
shoulder, any human that's colder than me? (Bitch)
Hotter than me, you can't reach my degree
I don't read but I do release magazines
I got a chapter for all of you maggots (Bitch)
I'm an underground carnal, life is internal, death is infernal
We don't fuck with you,
you don't fuck with us, please don't cross the line
Still walk around with a fat-lip ho,
she bust out the pussy, she make it explode
She jump on my dick, put a strain on my back, yuh, yuh
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Putting rappers in body bags (Bitch)
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
I need a Fat Mac jawn, I think I'm having another ink attack
Bud keep me fiending, man, just like a junkie
I need a Fat Mac jawn, I think I'm having another ink attack
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Murder Miami, RIP to your family, let bodies decay
I hold that strap, I never lack,
my mama think I'm a maniac, I cannot slack
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Michele Scatamacchia
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