Rich flyer - Maxing Out lyrics

[Hook] Me and my n***as just maxing out Pa**ing weed till we're pa**ing out Motherf**ing gods better watch your mouths Do you know what the f** my gang about? Rolling up, floating up That LSD, that potent drug Got a n***a blowing up like Op-rah If you don't know God, let me show you brah! Let me show you brah! If you ain't with us! Let me show you brah If you ain't with us! All my living gods they f** with us All my queen b**hes, they know what's up If you ain't with the life, get the f** from us On some third eye sh**, what you putting up [Verse 1: AK] Lucy got me lucid, sour diesel, power refill, uh Due to the fact I rap she confess her love for a n***a While you staring through the peep hole We no lovers, we're controlled by the ego We float, n***a bow down to the beast coast We smoke by the P, so we ghost You ain't kno, maxing out, packs are loud at the shows Mapped it out, indigo route n***a Soul glow gold, you know what I'm talkin bout Deep inside lil homie free your mind And try to deep the shine of your elite design Peep the signs, n***a the weak get conquered So I yoga the flame until I bluffer the Blanka Releasing the pain, I shook ya b**h so obnoxious Popped sh** off n***a this goon squad got us Lawd! Who gonna stop me now? Third eye, chop em down! Dark shades on, I don't see these clowns Elevated n***as, you stuck to the ground! UA, you tight, you ain't We recruit guys and utilize our brains From the rise of the most high, n***a f** fame And Flatbush be the block which we came from Ain't sh** changed with the income It's 2012, n***as still dumb My dick super soft, and she still cum Bust off, Lara Croft, homie ain't done Till a hundred million souls get uplifted 47 shift b**h demons on the hit list, bow 6th sense knock a n***a down I'll be puffing loud on a cloud maxing out [Hook] [Verse 2: Issa Dash] Herb shuttles you know I'm faded Sour diesel, high upon this spaceship Smoking loud, yeah, a n***a hate it I roll it up and now n***a face it! Yeah, a n***a face it I ain't pa** the sh**, a n***a ain't no Peyton Higher conscious, mellow waves Pull it up, mother f**er, got weed for days! Lil n***as can't hang with us Roll the whole zip, n***a, ain't no rush Two straight n***as taste better than one Pa** both spliffs, I'm getting f**ed up Rolling up on that indo Put a little hashish, so we hit slow I ain't giving two grams cause we ain't broke Four n***a's in the room so we burn four One man to a spliff rolling dolo And if a couple b**hes come we gonna give 'em more And if we're feeling get drunk get the rose moe And I'll be sipping that lean, it got me slow mo I'm getting high, trap my body and free my mind Clear the negative that's inside This weed is strong, though you know my style! Lamping up on that cannabis Got a n***a frozed up like manequins With sh** so long can't handle it Got a hit so strong, she's pa**ing it I'm laughing sh**, on my black lil back .. pa**ing it Got the nod, nod I master it I make the moves cause we have to win I rep all like an activist! [Hook]