Lil Durk, Future - Mad Max
- Исполнитель: Lil Durk, Future
- Песня: Mad Max
- Длительность: 2:34
- Размер файла: 5.91 МБ
- Качество: 320 kbps, Stereo
- Дата релиза: 25 декабрь 2022
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Текст песни
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 slot
I could've been part of that R.I.C.O, I called Thugger, told 'em every nigga I shot
Whenever it's war, you never see main names, you gotta get everybody he got
Take off a ski mask, prayin' on the phone with the E Man to get close to Allah
Failed my driver test, popped out in the middle of the street, ain't park the car
Had to rob a nigga, I know he changed the bag and said it's zah
Every nigga 'round me had died, I paid the bills off for their mama
Grabbed the Cannon, grabbed the Uzi, spin that bitch like DJ Drama
I don't be admittin' no crimes, sayin' my names on bars, that meant they dyin'
I'm too trench, you could claim that body, I'm never admitting to slime
I never blackball none of you bitch ass niggas, know rappers ain't doin' no crime
I'm the voice, I got choice to let you live or get you slimed (man, what?)
I 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)
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 slot
I could've been part of that R.I.C.O, I called Thugger, told 'em every nigga I shot
Whenever it's war, you never see main names, you gotta get everybody he got
Take off a ski mask, prayin' on the phone with the E Man to get close to Allah
Failed my driver test, popped out in the middle of the street, ain't park the car
Had to rob a nigga, I know he changed the bag and said it's zah
Every nigga 'round me had died, I paid the bills off for their mama
Grabbed the Cannon, grabbed the Uzi, spin that bitch like DJ Drama
I don't be admittin' no crimes, sayin' my names on bars, that meant they dyin'
I'm too trench, you could claim that body, I'm never admitting to slime
I never blackball none of you bitch ass niggas, know rappers ain't doin' no crime
I'm the voice, I got choice to let you live or get you slimed (man, what?)
I 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)