Mad Max

(专辑： The Book Of Eli - 2021)

Hahaha
Fross
(It's Great John beats, baby)
Movie bitch
For the opposition, I make movie clips
Goofy bitch
Nigga 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 (Yeah)
Goofy bitch
Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (Grrrt, bow)
Loot his shit
Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit
Sucking dick
It's the only way she know how to use her lips
Bag life
If she acting up, she get that act right (Huh)
Fast cars
Should be keeping up with my fast life (Skrrt)
Gang shit
Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang shit (Yeah)
Range bitch
Let that nigga run, know my aim lit

Uh, uh, know we killing shit
Uh, uh, know we drilling shit
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh, know we killing shit (Fo'nem, fo'nem dropping shit, nigga)
Uh, uh, know we drilling shit (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit (Gang)
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (Gang, gang, gang, ayy)

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, smoking cinnabin with his ass
Catch a nigga lost for drilling with it, or without a mask
Spin a opp shit back to back
Switches, fifties, catching tracks
I got Will, ain't getting him back
Fo'nem took your opponent and you ain't getting it back
I can't wife a ho, she doing 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, nigga 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 tweaking 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 fighting, we be shooting, we deleting
Blow that trigger when I'm squeezing
All these bullets stop that breathing though
We don't keep the score
We just keep on scoring 'til there ain't no more (Bitch)
White chalk on the floor
I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (Bitch)
Ruger clips
Talking out your mouth, you know we booming shit (Yeah)
Who is this?
He ain't from my sides, yeah we poof his shit (Yeah, yeah)
Shooting shit
All my niggas up it like we hooping, bitch (Hah)
You ain't tryna fuck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris
Trifling, and you know I fucked that bitch and now you wifing it
That's the same pussy you be licking, and I'm piping it
Fucking hoes
We be fuck buddies, never wifing it
And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dyking it

Uh, uh, know we killing shit
Uh, uh, know we drilling shit
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit
Uh, uh, know we killing shit
Uh, uh, know we drilling shit
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit