Mad Max Lyrics

Woo

Stupid dummy

Zelly b

Mad Max, Top Shotta, I'm a real dread

Wash yourself in your own blood till your ass dead

Four-door ride, winning bitch, yeah, we getting bread

Play, you lay, main man, yeah, he tryna chop ya head

Say your prayers, close your eyes, yeah, before you go to bed

Got a Hatian bitch, yeah, she chopping off chicken heads

Please say that magic word, she turned into a chicken breast

Since you came 30 shots, yeah, you better wear a vest

Multiple choice on the block, this an easy test

When I'm thirsty, I sip wock, cause it taste the best

Moving militant, niggas playing checkers this is chess

Purple heart for my souljas, yeah, cause I'm fucking blessed

Yeah, I'm finna stack this breesh, yeah, keep chasing checks

Niggas tryna beat your guts up, just drop yo neck

Yeah, when you dropping that, then you fiending for the sex

Designer clothes, designer shoes, nigga, when I'm fucking dressed

Yeah, I'm counting loads, nigga, yeah, what you got to show

Put your money up, lil nigga, stop buying clothes

Tryna show for these hoes, man you finna go broke

Yeah, she laughing in your face, yeah, like we telling jokes

New pole, new whip, I'm a different man

Brodie got big sticks like he in a fucking band

Caught ya man flooming at the beach, yeah, he catch a tan

Bullets spinning through the wind, yeah, like a fucking fan

Walk around, pockets full, yeah, with hella bands

Soulja Livin' Tru, lil' nigga, we set hella trends

Walk around, people call my name, I got hella fans

Brodie in the kitchen, I see cans and hella pans

Grindin' rocks, looking through the scope, see him through the lens

Yeah, he tryna run, nigga ran to a dead end

Turn around, catch a face shot, you a dead man

Put him in that grabba and the raw heart, box the benz

Pull up on the opps blocks, yeah, I might drop the benz

Catch him floomin' real good, yeah, without the kids

Put it in her mouth, eat good, eat all the kids

Finna start a war, lil' nigga, hit all the bribs

Gang at the restaurant, giving out all the tips

Double up that money, lil' nigga, we make all the flips

Gang at the sino, yeah, we racking up all the chips

Nigga, when we pull these guns out, we shootin' extended clips

Extended whip, extended clips, yeah, we finna make a flip

Nigga, when we pop out with the gang, we got all the drip

Nigga, come catch a shot, nigga, come take a sip

Yeah, we still playin' with these toys, let it fucking rip

Nigga started banging when they dawg got fucking killed

Nigga, stop talking on them papers, keep your mouth sealed

Nigga, shut your ass up before you get your mouth filled

Nigga, shut your ass up before you get your mouth filled