fuck you (prod. dame grease)
Max B
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So self-sufficient
So, eloquent
So consistent
Boss Don Biggavel
Coming to get you niggas man
That's the way, yeah
Let's go
I got these niggas stomach hurting like (Oww)
Got the Desert EE's
Gotta let the nigga breath, let that nigga be
Bigga got 'em diving out the ring
Fix them bitches up, cop that thang
I be hoppin' out that thang, I be poppin' out that thang
That cargo keep 'em higher
My niggas surround me like Marlo from The Wire
Carlos my supplier
I buy 'em for 12, sell 'em 29
Just that money mind, live a life of crime
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?
I was in that yard, ran the walkways
Known to spend thousands on my off-days
Them ByrdGang niggas is all gay
They French kissin' they foreplay
Bullets sautรฉ, that's my remedy
This is just the beginning, I'm ridin' on my enemies
Ridin' on that friend of me
Damn he crossed that line, boy that's lights out
Nigga what's your bet? Get them dice out (Oww)
Fuck you
Fuck you
I got a 750 ride, I'm a very spiffy guy
Motherfuck you (Fuck you nigga)
I got this rap shit where I want it at
Hit you with that hundred pack, make you bring a hundred back
Make you bring a hundred rap
Nigga come get your career if you want it back
Tryna stop the 'Ville, homie 'bout to cop a L
Watch they leave 'em for dead
Heard they knocked 'em with a AK
Watch these niggas, may they
Came through, pumpin' on that PD
Them bitches lookedin' real weak
I hope them niggas see me, free me
Release me, let me go
Niggas don't really wanna let me blow
Stop your frown, I've been waiting for a while
I've been waiting for it to go down
So we can see who prevail through the thunderstorm
Nigga they say they touch you when your gun get drawn
My gun go off, just look me up
Book me up, cook me up
Max come get them cookies up
Don't nobody do 'em like you do
I'm poppin' like you used to
Rockin' like you used to (Fucked you nigga)
Fuck you (Fuck your bitch ass)
Fuck you (Bitch ass nigga)
I got a 750 ride, I'm a very spiffy guy
Motherfuck you (Tell 'em again baby)
Fuck you (Fuck you nigga)
Fuck you (Fuck your team)
I chop that coke up on the table
I'm about to start my label (Gang Green)
Motherfuck you (Fuck you nigga)
We doin' it
Boss Don classic, Gang Green shit
Oh yeah
So wavy
Know we gon' ride 'til the end
Yeah
It's Gang Green
Shout out to my nigga Al Pac, what's good baby?
Oh yeah
Fuck with this rider shit nigga
Fuck you nigga
Fuck your team
Fuck that freak bitch you with
Know that bitch got them fake ass teeth
Soaked them shits in some bleach nigga
Shits turning purple
Lookin' like she smoked dour with the boy
It's Boss Don season
Biggavel for mayor
Fuck with your boy, out