LYRICS CANVAS Mad Max lyrics

Mad Max lyrics

I got hit-man on the beat

Spin on a lo’, go drop a bag, and get a nigga buriedLil bro shoot shots all through your car, he think he Stephen CurryI done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirtyI’m gettin’ mo’ money in the streets than RossI got these chicken servin’They brung the strippers to the studio, just give me serviceI’ma put my trust inside this toolie, ho go seven thirtyStay with my demons every day, these niggas good at murkin’Droppin’ a ticket on the day they tryna play with SmurkieCan’t be cool with niggas, I can’t vouch for niggas, how they moveDo you like Ruth Chris, have my shooter turn you to some foodI’m ina ‘Cat, I’m in the trenches, I’m with the demons, I’m in the zooI’m bringin’ out the racks, I’m the one buyin’ the chain, cost a coupeI bought five hotel rooms to put my clothes up from the mallNiggas turn to rat calls and we crushin’ ’em like a carMy young bitch better take a charge, fuck another broadIt ain’t no R.I.C.O. case gon’ stop another body from droppin’How many body niggas died? How many got?

Mad Max (Max, Max), Mad Max (run up on nigga like)Mad Max (and get down like), Mad Max (on his ass)Mad Max (we kick up), Mad Max (man, what?)

I got my stick out, leavin’ the bitch out, tell bro ETA to my side

I could’ve been part of that R.I.C.OI called Thugger, told ’em every nigga I shotWhenever it’s warYou never see main names, you gotta get everybody he gotTake off a ski maskPray on the phone with the E Man to get close to AllahFailed my driver testPopped out in the middle of the street, ain’t park the carHad to rob a nigga I know, he changed the bag and said it’s zaEvery nigga ’round me had died, I paid the bills off for their mamaGrabbed the cannon, grabbed the uzi, spin that bitch like DJ DramaI don’t be admittin’ no crimesSayin’ my names on blogs, that meant they dyin’I’m too trenchYou could claim that body, I’m never admitting to slidin’I never blackball none of y’all bitch ass niggasThem rappers ain’t doin’ no crimeI’m the voice, I got choice to let you live or get you slimedI spent a hundred at Western (let’s go)On Pat I’ma get in my weapon (let’s go)He can have that nigga, expensive (let’s go)Big threat and I’m dyin’ to get you (let’s go)That swish shit bound to get you (grrah)Free Mac, we flyin’ to get you (grrah)One nigga ain’t die, he cripple (let’s get it)You ain’t know he was gon’ get you, did you? (Let’s get it)He ain’t keep his pistol, pistolHarlem Shake when they hit you, hit you

Mad Max (Max, Max), Mad Max (let’s go)Mad Max (run up on ’em like), Mad Max (kill his ass like)Mad Max (hold ’em down like), Mad Max (keep a gun like