Mad Max
Lil Zay Osama, Eli Fross
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Hahaha Fross (It's Great John beats, baby) Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips Goofy bitch 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 bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips (yeah) Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (grrt, baow) Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Suckin' dick 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 bitch 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, smoke him, shouldn't've been 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 pole, nigga, you ain't gettin' it back I can't wife a ho, she doin' gang and 'em Lil' deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't f*ck the same 'nem Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fucked his main bitch And all of my opps some goofies (F*ck you and your gang bitch) Yeah, you tweakin' bro Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho Bitches, 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 (up it) We don't keep the score (uh, uh) We just keep on scorin' 'til there ain't no more (bitch) White chalk on the floor I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (bitch) 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', bitch (ha) You ain't tryna f*ck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris Triflin', and you know I fucked that bitch and now you wifin' it That's the same pussy you be lickin', and I'm pipin' it Fuckin' hoes We be f*ck 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
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Written by: Elijah Quamina, Isaiah Dukes, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge
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