Mad Max (feat. Lil Zay Osama)

Fross

(It's Great John beats, baby)

Movie bitch

For the opposition, I make movie clips

Goofy bitch

**** 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

Goofy bitch

**** done got shot up for that goofy shit

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

Fast cars

Should be keepin' up with my fast life

Gang shit

Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang shit

Range bitch

Let that **** 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

Uh, uh, know we killin' shit

Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit

Uh, uh, brodie split his shit

Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit

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 **** 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, bitch that's for gangnem

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

R.I.P. Jmoney, ****, I can't fuck the same 'nem

Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fucked his main bitch

And all of my opps some goofies

(Fuck 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

We don't keep the score

We just keep on scorin' till there ain't no more (Bitch)

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

Who is this?

He ain't from my sides, yeah we poof his shit

Shootin' shit

All my **** up it like we hoopin', bitch

You ain't tryna fuck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris

Triflin', 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 fuck 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