Max Pain
(专辑: Good Job Larry - 2015)
Choppa by the
mothafucking night stand, God damn, aye, shit I
think I'm Max Paine I
got two 4-5's when I
slide mane, God damn, aye, shit I
feel like Max Paine I
got dope I
got dope I
got dope Riding round bussin hella jugs Hit my line bitch it's hella good He a
snitch I
always knew he would Smoke so much I
make my own kush I
see you talking you ain't bout nothing You don't really want them problems boy Got a
bad bitch overseas Pussy sweeter than an Almond Joy Ain't nobody really fucking with me Underrated like a
motherfucker Manipulation at an all high Finesse the
bitch for a
gold Hummer I've been balling hard four summers Before then I
was going broke But I
always had a
vision hoe I
might buy that bitch a
mink coat Purified water when I
sip My white bitch keep my blunt lit My wrist 5
plus 5
Yeah my wrist on 10 Fuck niggas man they all hate They in my pockets tryna calculate I
don't ever play the
back page 30 rounds with the
mac spray Real nigga since day one Always looking out for my fam Pillow talking to the
punk bitch But I
don't ever understand it I
fuck with Maco that's my brother Presidential with the
bezzle That's a
hood nigga gold medal Aye aye aye Choppa by the
mothafucking night stand, God damn, aye, shit I
think I'm Max Paine I
got two 4-5's when I
slide mane, God damn, aye, shit I
feel like Max Paine I
got dope I
got dope I
got dope I
heard you niggas buying pussy Bullshitting fake pimping Broke nigga fake lean sipping Never ever had a
ring Speaking on the
young God Make me wanna go slide Man down homicide Bust a
Glock to the
side I
would never ever panic Hundred round clip banana Fiji water in my cup of noodles Damn a
nigga living lavish I
don't got no time to hang Less a
nigga getting paid Beat the
pussy out the
frame Never call the
bitch again All black when I
mob Cuban link be the
chain Got a
grey bimmer coupe And a
jeweler named Ray She fuck with me she got taste 5k for the
vase Got my crib looking player Busting bands on La Brea Everything ain't what it seem You bought the
bitch some fake Celine Then wonder why she paying me Now you're back to breaking down quarter P's Gave that hoe a
better situation Told her getting money obligation I
remember trapping off the
radar Now I'm shopping for an i7 Choppa by the
mothafucking night stand, God damn, aye, shit I
think I'm Max Paine I
got two 4-5's when I
slide mane, God damn, aye, shit I
feel like Max Paine I
got dope I
got dope I
got dope