Pouya - Maniac

You fucking with rilla
We don't pretend no need for a pistol
I'm swinging the K
Killa man day
Murder Miami
We feeding your family, let bodies decay
Come in with status, that MAC automatic
I'm wrapping a corpse, with that [?-man] plastic
I come through with gadgets
I turn you to ashes
Right before you die, throw his ass in the lake
Triple six ritual, within' the set
Three six it spin to his head is ahead
Hundred or less than
The black silhouette, the shadow his soul
Ain't nothin' but X
New era underdog, never neglect
Run up, get done up by all of them tech's
Living more, killing more
Money percentages, play with my paper, I cut off your neck

[Verse 2: Pouya]
Yuh, yuh
My hell is never ending
I been living with the devil on my shoulder
Ain't a human that's colder than me
Hotter than me, you can't reach my degrees
I don't read, but I do release magazines
I got a chapter for all of you maggots
I'm an underground colonel
Life is eternal, death is inferno
We don't fuck with you
You don't fuck with us
Please don't cross the line
Still walk around with a fat lip hoe
She bust out the pussy, she make it explode
She jump on the dick, put a strain on my back
I hold that strap, I never lack
My momma think I'm a maniac
I cannot slack
Putting rappers in body bags

[Hook: Pouya & Nell]
I hold that strap, I never lack
My momma think I'm a maniac
I cannot slack
Word to Miami
We feeding your family
Let bodies decay
(x3)

[Outro: Pouya]
I hold that strap, I never lack
My momma think I'm a maniac
I cannot slack
Putting rappers in body bags