(Intro)

Yeah, ay yo turn me up, yea

(i'm the maestro) ya

Riz

(Maestro) ya

Ya'll know what it is

(I'm the maestro) ya

(Maestro) ya

Ya ya yaa

(Chorus)

I'm the maestro

Body da beat with a nice flow

I'm that nigga in the nice clothes

Dead wrong if you think i'm nice though

I'm the maestro

Niggas start to run when i drive slow

Pull up with da heat make a light show

Just letting you know if you ain't know

(Verse 1)

I'm the maestro

Sipping on the drink got my eyes low

If I text I care that's a typo

Why you guys follow the hype though

I just do it like nike (like nike)

You do it wrong, me I do it right (do it right)

My alter-ego comes out at night (at night)

And that nigga really likes to fight (aye)

I'm bout to go spazz on this bitch

You niggas ain't hungry like me

Tryna get my cake on a plate or a dish

That's word to the money, i'm tryna get rich

Tryna get more greens like a vegetable

I don't trust you niggas i don't fuck with you

Your babymomma telling me I look edible

The flow so sick check the medical

I'm tryna do incredible things like the Incredibles

Bout to go incredible hulk on you chumps

Dont let me get physical

Abusing the beat, now its critical

You niggas can't top this gonna take a miracle

How typical

I'm sick of you tryna get rid of you

The way i'm flexing got you shock like Pikachu

Got bandz in my pants and my wallet too

(Bridge)

Don't act tough before your family goes missing

Why you tryna start stuff knowing you a family guy Peter Griffin

Cooking up the heat you can find me in the kitchen

Yeah I got the juice i got the sauce and it's dripping

I'm a 100, and that's constant

You niggas 0, like the derivative of a constant

To say your better than me that's nonesense

I'm running the game while you boys just on bench

I keep winning and they can't stand it anymore

You wanna be friends? Let me guess hmmm no

Knock knock knock bitch open the door

Hi, it's me, I'm the motherfucking

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

I'm the maestro I bossed up

I got the juice I sauced up

Making moves while you niggas stuck

Really dawg I don't give a fuck

Lately I think that i'm chosen (chosen)

Can't flex my wrist cause it's frozen (frozen)

I see the fakes out here posing

Tryna get featured but we don't know them (no)

Get out your feelings you emo

You a pussy ass nigga yeah we know

I got the shot Philippe Coutinho

Making you go missing like Nemo

If we ain't close don't call me bro

People come around when out here getting dough

But you never seem to see them when you broke

I take this shit serious, it ain't a joke

Ain't got time fa you bitches

If it ain't 6 figures

If it ain't 6 digits I don't pick up

But you know that i'm with it

Tryna get my brick up

By any means

Don't move dawg this a stick up

Your girl came to the crib

Now she got my dick up

When she left shawty was doing a whole lot of hiccups

I hope you got the picture

I'm too ill think i'm getting sicker

Faded off the liquor

(Bridge)