To The Max Lyrics

3 in mornin no i never stay up borin

An im livin life while tourin

So much smokin got me soarin

While im writin metaphorin

Im the motha fuckin bomb

An went off wit no warnin

Imma fuck all on ur mom

When im feelin a lil horny

Cuz that ass is fat not boney

Ya i know i got jokes why the fuck u all mad

See that pussy was a hoax i jus mad her feel glad

Then i put on all my cloaks imma sociopath

They say erbody wanna be a rapper till it dont sound clean

But fuck that there aint a mutha fucka that can spit it like me

Light speed

Spittin so clear got the mothin fuckin Visine

Keep that shit clean

When it come to rappin imma motha fuckin mind fiend

Spit it wit no errors

Got the flow n ryhme scheme

Next up of the heir an they keep sayin im the king

Ion need all the bling

It jus really aint my thing

Ill be chillin wit my self jus livin inna mansion

Fuck ur Loui V ion need all fashion

Moms got her dream that her son pullin cash in

Smokin up a blunt got me chillin relaxin

Moonrock what I want help thrillin imagine

Im livin out my passion

Swiftly killin shit imma muh fuckn assassin

Cid Kidd got the spit like a muh fuckin dragon

Cold from out the pit u dont wanna know what happens

Sold my fuckin soul jus so that i can get to rappin

Im spittin real shit i aint one ab the braggin

I hit the studio right before i start up dabbin

Im Sippin Julio i swear this shit is gon be slappin

Im feelin coolio i think ill take fuckin a tablet

To the max in this bitch

Smokin packs in this bitch

Show them racks in this bitch

Throw that ass in this bitch

Runnin tracks in this bitch

Imma crash in this bitch

Sittin back in this bitch

Im the captain bitch

Ya u see I gotta ghost ship cuz i walk around dead

Lethal, no emotion thats cuz i gotta fucked head

Speak the unspoken these demons made me bled

An im stayin up awoken lookin at the time it said

3 in mornin no i never stay up borin

An im livin life while tourin

So much smokin got me soarin

While im writin metaphorin

Im the motha fuckin bomb

An went off wit no warnin

Imma fuck all on ur mom

When im feelin a lil horny

Cuz that ass is fat not boney

Ya i know i got jokes why the fuck u all mad

See that pussy was a hoax i jus mad her feel glad

Then i put on all my cloaks imma sociopath

Im More crazy than sociopath

I feel like Dahmer in the 80s room smell like old ham

Aint nothin gon faze me so i froze an relax

Im no god but they praise me when im cold wit a staff

An im sendin vibrations ya all up thru the spine

Im gettin sensations when theres grippin on my nine

Oh u thought it was a blick naw im talkin bout my dick

Ya it's measured by the inch

Why dont u suck it lil bitch

Sayin fuck it public

Bc its fucked up an nothin

Thats why im chasin these Ducketts

An why im rhymin up couplets

Ive been locked up in the dungeons

Couple years i hold grudges

On Different tiers an my gut itch

I disappear an say nothin

Bc i fear im becomin

A Souvenir as a puppet

No one care they say fuck it

An Pay no ear to discussion

Why the fuck am i talkin

When no one listenin maybe theyll listen when a muh fuckin bullets in my head