[Verse 1: Max B]
I got a quarter key- Bout to put it on the scale
Its quarters, we got yola don't be mentioning that mail
When that brick come back I ....yell
See now we can flip these O's. Ain't the quantity its quality
He so high commodity, He got nine for robbery
Came home on that bail. Got the city on this loopy sh**
Greasy get that hoopty quick, He gon' make me shoot this sh**
n***a they ain't been hot since I blessed the game with G's up
n***a won't lift my sleeves up
Baby come lick my penis. Bigga he make me cum
Max know s*uts thats in Atlanta, I got trucks thats in Savanna
Out that cut gotta get that bama (bama)
These n***as just take me light till they laying in a coma
I come play in California, Oww
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All my life
Ima try to hit a lick or two
All my life
Ima try to hit a b**h or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (me)
What you want me to do?
[Verse 2: Mack Mustard]
n***as out they mind, even mentioning the team name
I'll scrape Gay R, He copping fifths when the team gain
Take a look at his mean chain, they dragging on the internet
Ain't k** a n***a yet, he smoking weed & cigarettes
Stuck with seeds and n***as pet. We get seed out the set
I'll have him weaving out his 'jects, or wherever the n***a rep
Wherever the n***a step-
Foot like a landfill, one click of the metal give your man chills
Stop living for fan thrills, or see how your fans feel
When Gay R body hard. They telling your man chill
He giving your man peels, its off with your mans grill
n***as with ram k**s, give a f** how your man feel
Ya n***as in your fan peel, keep testing the fam we'll..
Power smoking sour, you'l be dead a couple hours
Or crime scene investigators come sprinkling they're powders
n***as loving the dour come f** with this thing of ours
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[Verse 3: Max B]
Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate-
Send one through that dome of yours
While your home watching the Source Awards
f**ers got me pissed, thought she was a fan
Bigging up my new PD3, Screaming n***a give me a CD free
Bobbing off my sh**, you and your main b**h
Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug
(?) He is such a work of art
He is known to squirt the dart. Work the charts
Help these b**hes get cake. See n***as don't appreciate
What I do for the game, f** the politics
Coca got a lot of it. Poke it out and polish it
Tell them b**hes swallow it-
Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder sh**
Average in 2010 on some burger sh**
Used him for all purposes, used him for all services
Wipe you n***as down. Look at mama bet she proud of me
Cluttered like the lot of me, flooded like the lottery
We need power boy, Dour called
Tell me max I got that Sour on, Oww Oww
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