| Song | Maybachs |
| Artist | Ryler Smith |
| Artist | Wndrfl |
| Album | Exhibition Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jonas Museng'ya Speich | |
| 作曲 : Mike Scianna | |
| Young nigga gone mad | |
| Maybachs in the sand | |
| We too heavy with the wagon | |
| Scratch off leeches like a scab | |
| Woke hip hop up the jab | |
| Burnin wisdom on my pad | |
| Work in progress on the tag | |
| All my niggas get the bag | |
| Fist with sonic, act a fool | |
| Ayo this the product | |
| Nigga this narcotic | |
| From a distant provenece | |
| On my wrist no Roli | |
| Yea I know my time | |
| Im on some Dolomite | |
| Pull up in a rover truck | |
| No phone, the feds could be watchin us | |
| Triangle, we hearding the populace | |
| Now governments callin us populists | |
| I got ends up overseas | |
| Mostly Mikey on the beat | |
| They ain't ****ing with the steez | |
| Beats bump like stampedes | |
| Half black, and European | |
| Sheah butter in my sheen | |
| From Nairobi to the Z | |
| I get kudos from OGs | |
| What you finna gain | |
| From sniffin rock cocaine, mother****er | |
| See aint no hive to hide in | |
| When Wesley Snipes you down | |
| Since a toddler always hungry | |
| Ace your product or get comphy | |
| Went from start ups to company | |
| In the Bank capital | |
| Stack your capitol | |
| White powder up they noses | |
| They sunk us like waterboards | |
| But this time the buoyancy How we rose | |
| Political tension explosive | |
| Build an arc like Im Noah | |
| It got dark, lit the torches | |
| This is art, I endorsed it | |
| Young nigga goin mad | |
| Maybachs in the sand | |
| We too heavy with the wagon | |
| Scratch off leeches like a scab | |
| Woke hip hop up the jab | |
| Burnin wisdom on my pad | |
| Work in progress on the tag | |
| All my niggas get the bag |
| zuo ci : Jonas Museng' ya Speich | |
| zuo qu : Mike Scianna | |
| Young nigga gone mad | |
| Maybachs in the sand | |
| We too heavy with the wagon | |
| Scratch off leeches like a scab | |
| Woke hip hop up the jab | |
| Burnin wisdom on my pad | |
| Work in progress on the tag | |
| All my niggas get the bag | |
| Fist with sonic, act a fool | |
| Ayo this the product | |
| Nigga this narcotic | |
| From a distant provenece | |
| On my wrist no Roli | |
| Yea I know my time | |
| Im on some Dolomite | |
| Pull up in a rover truck | |
| No phone, the feds could be watchin us | |
| Triangle, we hearding the populace | |
| Now governments callin us populists | |
| I got ends up overseas | |
| Mostly Mikey on the beat | |
| They ain' t ing with the steez | |
| Beats bump like stampedes | |
| Half black, and European | |
| Sheah butter in my sheen | |
| From Nairobi to the Z | |
| I get kudos from OGs | |
| What you finna gain | |
| From sniffin rock cocaine, mother er | |
| See aint no hive to hide in | |
| When Wesley Snipes you down | |
| Since a toddler always hungry | |
| Ace your product or get comphy | |
| Went from start ups to company | |
| In the Bank capital | |
| Stack your capitol | |
| White powder up they noses | |
| They sunk us like waterboards | |
| But this time the buoyancy How we rose | |
| Political tension explosive | |
| Build an arc like Im Noah | |
| It got dark, lit the torches | |
| This is art, I endorsed it | |
| Young nigga goin mad | |
| Maybachs in the sand | |
| We too heavy with the wagon | |
| Scratch off leeches like a scab | |
| Woke hip hop up the jab | |
| Burnin wisdom on my pad | |
| Work in progress on the tag | |
| All my niggas get the bag |
| zuò cí : Jonas Museng' ya Speich | |
| zuò qǔ : Mike Scianna | |
| Young nigga gone mad | |
| Maybachs in the sand | |
| We too heavy with the wagon | |
| Scratch off leeches like a scab | |
| Woke hip hop up the jab | |
| Burnin wisdom on my pad | |
| Work in progress on the tag | |
| All my niggas get the bag | |
| Fist with sonic, act a fool | |
| Ayo this the product | |
| Nigga this narcotic | |
| From a distant provenece | |
| On my wrist no Roli | |
| Yea I know my time | |
| Im on some Dolomite | |
| Pull up in a rover truck | |
| No phone, the feds could be watchin us | |
| Triangle, we hearding the populace | |
| Now governments callin us populists | |
| I got ends up overseas | |
| Mostly Mikey on the beat | |
| They ain' t ing with the steez | |
| Beats bump like stampedes | |
| Half black, and European | |
| Sheah butter in my sheen | |
| From Nairobi to the Z | |
| I get kudos from OGs | |
| What you finna gain | |
| From sniffin rock cocaine, mother er | |
| See aint no hive to hide in | |
| When Wesley Snipes you down | |
| Since a toddler always hungry | |
| Ace your product or get comphy | |
| Went from start ups to company | |
| In the Bank capital | |
| Stack your capitol | |
| White powder up they noses | |
| They sunk us like waterboards | |
| But this time the buoyancy How we rose | |
| Political tension explosive | |
| Build an arc like Im Noah | |
| It got dark, lit the torches | |
| This is art, I endorsed it | |
| Young nigga goin mad | |
| Maybachs in the sand | |
| We too heavy with the wagon | |
| Scratch off leeches like a scab | |
| Woke hip hop up the jab | |
| Burnin wisdom on my pad | |
| Work in progress on the tag | |
| All my niggas get the bag |