No Stars in Maybachs Lyrics – LUCKI

Read the complete No Stars in Maybachs Lyrics by LUCKI from the album Dr*gs R Bad along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Veeze]
Damn

[Verse 1: Veeze & Rylo Rodriguez]
Working so hard, I can’t celebrate the holiday
Got six sons, they don’t get me nothing for Father’s Day
Twelve years old, I was trapping in front of granny face
Bust a brick open, then you gotta burn the duct tape
Dub on his head, got bro’nem looking for ’em real hard
Brought my hoe a Benz, she ain’t gotta worry ’bout no Kia Boyz
Don’t got a hustle bone inside his body, just like to steal cars
Four foreigns, cut the music up, these ain’t his cars

I was locked up with the Motorbend, they hit the door again
I was tryna clean my life up like a damn custodian
I’m mixing up a Sprite, it’s dirty like a homеless man
I’m dressing like a whitе boy, you’ll think I was born rich
I’m walking through the mall, the blicky in my armpit
I miss the Wock’ so much, I might just tell the President, huh
Playing ’round with a firearm what got Lil Fye killed
If she leave, still won’t cry ’bout it, even though she top tier
Her lil’ brother sweating the mail again, it still ain’t got here
Bad vacuum like a janitor, he up on Hi-Dep
Bro my twin, he want n!gga dead, he felt like I felt
It’s a Glock with a grr attached, this the black belt
This week, what we spent on lean, ’bout your life spending
Thick b!tch, when she walking by, start a car wreck

[Verse 2: LUCKI]
It was weak when I had her friend, it’s a reflex
You was doing all that city girl, I’m just gon’ be direct
You know me, I’m still a slimy n!gga, Jeff ain’t free yet
I ain’t got nothing for a rookie ho, ain’t got her feet wet
I’m telling hoes I need them bad, I just had popped a Xan’
Ain’t b!tching ’bout no radio, they play me through the land
These hoes want that Emilio, they fu*king opposite
I threw a dub at Jizzy though, her old n!gga was sick
Young, rich and deli’, got a blackout on the ‘Vette

Rose bust Patek, it’s a plain scale in there
I’m in first class, catch your b!tch in the air
I done nodded off, but he got the message clear

[Verse 3: Veeze & Rylo Rodriguez]
I get paid like a half-court shot, a big check
Play it safe, walking in my closet, wear a life jacket
I was taught, “You better not trust nothing but the process”
I put mill’s in the bank and then let it digest
If I would’ve been right there with Armani, I’ll talk him out it
I wish bro would’ve been a boxer, he fighting a body
Be a few n!ggas from my block say I turned my back
They say I’m deadass acting funny, I ain’t Bernie Mac
It’s a great day when nothing but bag plays hit your phone up
Got a jeweler way in Georgia, but my watch Daytona
Put her out and made a walk, Amber Rose’d her
She keep asking where the stars in the Maybach Virgil