More songs by Lefty Gunplay
Description
Main Artist: Lefty Gunplay
Main Artist: Don Q
Producer: Mike & Keys
Producer: Jason Martin
Producer: Cricket
Composer Lyricist: Franklin Scott Holladay
Composer Lyricist: Le’Quincy Anderson
Composer Lyricist: Mike & Keys
Composer Lyricist: Chul Lee
Composer Lyricist: Jason Martin
Composer Lyricist: Alvaro Venegas
Composer Lyricist: Anthony David Orozco
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah!
En el nombre del Padre, del Hijo, del Espíritu Santo y amén Jesús. I love you,
Grandma. I'll be home tonight, no trip.
Si me voy a portar bien. Voy a regresar. Dile a mi mamá que salí con mis amigos.
Yeah, it's F. E. Gunplay!
-West Side. Yeah, the best side. Yeah, uh.
-La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la. La-la-la, riding around in my Maybach, Maybach.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la. La-la-la, riding around in my Maybach, Maybach.
I'm in the Maybach, do the dash on the interstate.
I think of back when they kicked me out of the eighth grade.
That's when my life changed, that's when I gang banged. That's when my mama was crying, just trying to maintain.
That's when my homie was dying, we for the same gang. Now we in the chain gang.
It was a cold-ass night, and now that bus came.
Now we headed to the penitentiary, that's on the game.
Who would've thought that I would gang bang and all my homies be in cemeteries, man? I'm searching for fortune and fame.
I caused so much fucking pain to my mama, man. My stomach hurting, I'm looking for a chain I can take.
I'm in the trailer park and I'm about to fucking break.
I close the curtain like Eminem getting sick of fame. Then I woke up and I heard the fucking crowd saying. . .
La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la. La-la-la, riding around in my
Maybach, Maybach. La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la.
La-la-la, riding around in my Maybach, Maybach.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la.
La-la-la, riding around in my Maybach, -Maybach. -Keep it real, man, you know my style.
Close the curtains back in the back while I'm blowing loud.
I'm the poster child for niggas that ain't supposed to smile.
'Cause the hood gave us no options and left us broken down. Don't tell me how you got the money, nigga, show me how. We hit
Miami for the week and spent forty thou'.
Shorty used to call me corny, hit her and she horny now. New foreign car, thank God I could afford it now.
You leave a hoe around, now she in the lost and found.
Especially when she see how we stepping, nothing but bosses 'round.
I'm about to cross the border, hoping I can sneak a quarter pound. The game watered down, I'm still trying to uplift.
Fuck critics, my music help niggas touch chicken. Hard work got the job done when the luck didn't.
Maybach.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la. La-la-la, riding around in my Maybach, Maybach.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la. La-la-la, riding around in my Maybach,
Maybach. La-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la.
La-la-la, riding around in my Maybach, Maybach.