Mad Max
Lil Durk, Future
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(I got Hitman on the beat) Spin on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried Lil' bro send shots out through your car, he think he Stephen Curry I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirty I'm gettin' more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken service And I brought the strippers to the studio, just give me service I'ma put my trust inside this toolie, ho go seven thirty Stay with my demons every day, these niggas good at murkin' Drop in a ticket the other day, they tryna play with Shmurk Can't be cool with niggas, I can't vouch for niggas, how they move You like Ruth Chris, have my shooter turn you to some food I'm in the 'Cat, I'm in the trenches, I'm with the demons, I'm in the zoo I'm bringin' out the rest, I'm the one buyin' the chain, cost a coupe I bought five hotel rooms to put my clothes up from the mall Niggas turn to rat calls and we crushin' 'em like a car My young bitch better take a charge, f*ck another broad It 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 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) One nigga ain't die, he cripple (let's get it) You ain't know he's gon' get you, did you? (Let's get it) He ain't keep his pistol, pistol Harlem 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)
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Written by: Durk Derrick Banks, Nayvadius Wilburn
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