Mad Max

Hahaha

Fross

(It’s Great John beats, baby)

Movie *****

For the opposition, I make movie clips

Goofy *****

Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit

Loot his shit

Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit

Huh, look

Movie *****

For the opposition, I make movie clips (Yeah)

Goofy *****

Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (Grrrt, bow)

Loot his shit

Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit

Suckin’ ****

It’s the only way she know how to use her lips

Bag life

If she actin’ up, she get that act right (Huh)

Fast cars

Should be keepin’ up with my fast life (Skrrt)

Gang shit

Bullets hit ’em up, that Liu Kang shit (Yeah)

Range *****

Let that nigga run, know my aim lit

Uh, uh, know we killin’ shit

Uh, uh, know we drillin’ shit

Uh, uh, brodie split his shit

Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (Ayy, ayy)

Uh, uh, know we killin’ shit (Fo’nem, fo’nem droppin’ shit, nigga)

Uh, uh, know we drillin’ shit (Ayy, ayy)

Uh, uh, brodie split his shit (Gang)

Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (Gang, gang, gang, ayy)

Where I’m from these shorties catch a murder, ‘fore they get a bag

Here we post the opps, lil fo’nem call me, I say, “Kill his ass”

Then he get caught with a opp, smokin’ cinnabin with his ass

Catch a nigga lost for drillin’ with it, or without a mask

Spin a opp shit back to back

Switches, fifties, catchin’ tracks

I got Will, ain’t gettin’ him back

Fo’nem took your opponent and you ain’t gettin’ it back

I can’t wife a ho, she doin’ gang and ’em

Lil’ Deuce up the score, ***** that’s for gangnem

We don’t do no drivebys, hop out, switchy on me, change ’em

R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga I can’t **** the same nem

Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just ****ed his main *****

And all of my opps some goofies

(**** you and your gang *****)

Yeah, you tweakin’ bro

Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho

*****es, yeah they love me like I’m Cupid, they some freaky hoes

We don’t do no fightin’, we be shootin’, we deletin’

Blow that trigger when I’m squeezin’

All these bullets stop that breathin’ though

We don’t keep the score

We just keep on scorin’ ’til there ain’t no more (*****)

White chalk on the floor

I thought I seen ’em move, so I just shot some more (*****)

Ruger clips

Talkin’ out your mouth, you know we boomin’ shit (Yeah)

Who is this?

He ain’t from my sides, yeah we poof his shit (Yeah, yeah)

Shootin’ shit

All my niggas up it like we hoopin’, ***** (Hah)

You ain’t tryna ****? Move *****, like I’m Ludacris

Triflin’, and you know I ****ed that ***** and now you wifin’ it

That’s the same ***** you be lickin’, and I’m pipin’ it

****in’ hoes

We be **** buddies, never wifin’ it

And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin’ it

Uh, uh, know we killin’ shit

Uh, uh, know we drillin’ shit

Uh, uh, brodie split his shit

Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit

Uh, uh, know we killin’ shit

Uh, uh, know we drillin’ shit

Uh, uh, brodie split his shit

Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit