(Intro- Max B) Yeah Bossed on bitch Got the boy Mak Musard Shout to my nigga Al Pac, whats good baby? It's ya boy Wavie Muthafucking Crockett You already know what it is man Me and Mak Mustard 'bout to talk to the game Fix some shit on you niggas Lets go
(Verse One- Max B) I need some white Mike that green poof Finger licking good flashing lights like I'm in Vegas It ain't right without the Haters Tryna see a NIgga sitting in the orange suit Still I'm at the beaches in Miami with an orange Coupe Barbecue Bullets cook your stomach Get them bullets when confronted When its beef, my niggas keeping it a hundred I was just gonna play it for 'em way it works Spray it just don't say it first Niggas say that I was snitching they ain't have no paper work They ain't have a way to work I was in that Beamer looking good like the star I be Hop up in this car with me Hop on this dick let you hump it like the second grade Pop your little cherry take you breath away I just left a day Now I'm back, heard you niggas talking greasy Bout the Don, my balls is like the Holy Quran Got a-lot of arms I could get you touched Fuck around I hit you up Ambulance 'gon have to come and pick you up (Ow)
(Interlude) Yeah nigga I heard ya shit flopped Another slow day at the office Vigilante season we doing good over here 'Bout to buy a house we can't wait Ay Mak Mustard talk to these bitches Fuck with ya boy
(Verse Two- Mak Mustard) Before you get me twisted, confused or misconstrued I'm a grown ass man and I don't play with my tools Nigga could lay in a pool of volley lee fuel They say I'm vicious and cruel that's how we get to them dudes But let me get in the mood When it comes to this gang We ain't saltine Eliminate the mark by all means Drugs in the back like Wallsgreen All fiends distressed hit 'em off with the four beam {?} like a ball team in a stretch We all live for the set We bosses to cadets Make 'em all bleed From the neck Its gang green the reason you cut ya limbs off Ya friends rocking they sneaks cut ya timbs off On the bench strapped got the nerve to face Mak Talking 'bout your fucking life like a nigga won't take that Forensics won't trace that A team of ? sewing ya face back All over ya fake raps
(Interlude- Max B) This nigga mad I'm getting money If I was broke then I wouldn't be happy Read the thank you's on his second album Diary Of The Summer it says It says Max You're my inspiration, you're my energy You're the Million Dollar Baby On My Dick, certainly was He certainly is Auntie said I went to hard on the man woman I was just tryna be helpful I got the bitch some extra strengtheverdent She can clean her fucking {?} with it Fucking bitch with them fake ass teeth It's gang green, vigilante season Hey Big Mike, fuck with ya boy oh I'm pissed off now Shit don't stop (Ha Ha)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.