"Maybach Jump'n" lyrics

Like a kangaroo
Maybach jumpin' like a— huh

Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo
Pyrex on the stove, baking soda, put my wrist to use
Crack the rock, look like baseball, nigga, Babe Ruth
Thick yellow shit, shakin' ass in her daisy dukes
Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo
I'm a Great Dane, you lil' fuck niggas a Shih Tzu
Custo on the phone, ran up thirty off my first spoof
Broward County youngin, I'm in Houston like I'm Trae tha Truth

Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo
Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo
Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo

Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a fuckin' kangaroo
I got shooters on the payroll, nigga, all they know is shoot
'Stead of flaggin' like you gettin' money, it must be April Fools
Frostbite, all this ice around my neck, igloo
Five hundred grand 'round my neck, nigga, I ain't go to sue
You ain't got more than a hundred racks, they ain't gon' notice you
Cane Corso, I'm in the trap with that dog food
They don't give me my flowers, I'ma take 'em, that shit overdue
Showed her fifty thousand cash, she ain't know what to do
I showed my other bitch fifty thousand cash, she blew me like a flute

Thick yellow shit, shakin' ass in her daisy dukes
Custo on the phone, ran up thirty off my first spoof

Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo
Pyrex on the stove, baking soda, put my wrist to use
Crack the rock, look like baseball, nigga, Babe Ruth
Thick yellow shit, shakin' ass in her daisy dukes
Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo
I'm a Great Dane, you lil' fuck niggas a Shih Tzu
Custo on the phone, ran up thirty off my first spoof
Broward County youngin, I'm in Houston like I'm Trae tha Truth

Uh, Maybach jumpin' like a kangaroo
Maybach jumpin' like a kanga— uh
Maybach jumpin' like a kanga— uh