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MAX VOLUME
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Back like I never left (back), don't make me black out
They better send some help (black out)
Moving stealth, I get that money in large amounts
Six different bank accounts, I can go any route
She goin' south to my dick wit' no hiccup
This ain't even my bitch, so you know I can't kiss her or cuff her
Then she go back to you like nothin' happened, you broke mufucka
Boy, you a joke, and I ain't provoke it
She had a reason by the way she was strokin' it
No Stephen King, yes I am, It
I'm him, huh
A nigga went Pac-Man ghost
I'm goin' coast to coast, big boy, four by four
My brother totaled the 488, upgraded F8
Doing 150 on the interstate runnin' from the police
Race fuel, not no damn 93
Glock Jordan right by my side, same age as me
I know some niggas that's moving p's and them piano keys
Act like yeen just heard that shh
Yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yuh
Turnt this bitch up to the maximum
You is not stoppin' me
Mosh pit like a damn riot meet (run it up)
Stunt team, stunt man
Bitch, I am one man
Fuck boy (huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We're ready to spin (huh)
Pull out a bankroll, that shit won't bend (hey)
I'ma blow like I'm Johnny Depp, you're taking baby steps
You prepped for this shit, I'm off the top
Draft Hardy, move like the army
When I was broke, you didn't see a star in me
'Em tables have turned bet, yo' hoe wanna follow me
And she gon' swallow me, talking that talk 'til I RIP two words
Shit talker, bitch
Niggas go broke
Tryna keep up with that lil' pussy, and it got some miles on it
Remember I told you some, huh
And you better keep it at max volume
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