Maniac In Action

Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman
Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman
Jumpman, aye
Shout to Future shout to Drake
I'm feelin' super like Cordae
I'm a hooper like Schroder in LA
Got two words for the haters to say
Fuck you
(Yeah)
I'm gettin' paid
You ain't gon' do shit bitch ya fake
I'm the truest one in this shit like (hey woah)
The shoe fits on so great what do they know
Two fists (yea yea) swingin at ya face hoe
Wrote a few hits last night better take notes
Bitch I do this every day let the bass roll
Truth is I'm the best at this case closed
In the booth yeah all alone gotta lay low
I'm serious about my money I don't play doh
Hearin' this man don't make no mistake I'm
Wu-Tang clan in this shit like Raekwon
Fam is the brand (yeah, woah) like hey mom!
I'ma make it one day gotta stay calm
Blow up in front of ya face like a napalm
Every single lyric I say I put my name on
Oh by the way name's Grif yo hey y'all
Just wanna say I'm the shit I'm like Nate Dogg
Show me them tits girl I love how they jump
Ass outta this world put that shit straight up
Got her lip curled shakin from the waist up
She a thick girl make my dick stay up
Type of bitch to give my paystub
What the fuck man
Nah better wake up
Fall in love again?
Thought I gave up
Wanna be friends girl?
I don't wanna break up
Should I make you my one like what like uno
Catch a grenade for you like Bruno
Bitch ain't real she be fake like Pluto
Get out the way move bitch ya too slow
Ain't gotta say shit nope bitch you know
Rap in a basement til' I get a new home
Am I gonna make it?
I don't know who knows
Shout to K Gates (yeah, woah) got two phones
One for the babes and one pursue goals
Now I'm gettin' streamed like (ha) like Fubo
Hatin' on the Maniac man that's a new low
Maniac's the name brand I gotta book two shows
Paris, London, France singin' my new flow
Made some mistakes in life but who don't
Never give less than my best (yeah, ahh yeah)
Buy a house all cash
Yeah I know I talk that
But I'm tryna walk that shit to
Manifest all that gotta get my wrist blue
Everything I say on a track yeah is true
What up B how you doin girl yeah I miss you
Did not give you the world cuz I had issues
Left for more that I could not give you
Went out the door right after I kissed you
Lord knows I was fuck when I was with you
Thought my life was done when you left me
Didn't see the sun for months that was twenty three
But look at me now
In front of this crowd throwing hands up
Eye brows raised up
Drive around town bass cranked up
Bitch want me now kinda late hun
Get these clowns out my face (uh)
Spit these sounds right out of my tastebuds
(Yeah) each round to your face like a ray gun
I'll be crowned one day like a crayon
(Ha) I'm goin way on up
Get my name on a debate list
Got some great tits on my eight inch
Bitches naked
Gettin' faded
Why you hatin?
I ain't even made it yet
Made it yet