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Intro: Max B
Going in, fuck 'em
Yeah, I go like
'Bout to take y'all niggas on a journey
Another dimension, another stratosphere
Yeah, uh
Chorus: Max B
You 'bout to only go where no man goes
I'm 'bout to take me a lil' trip, and I ain't coming back
I'm coast to coast where the old man shows
I'm 'bout to make me another flip
'Cause I don't want to ride tucked in the Chevy, blow man low (Low)
My back to the wall bitch
They got me 'bout to send niggas up where no man go (No man go)
Send you niggas up with nowhere to go
Verse 1: Max B
One star, two star, three star, four, nigga (Four)
Five stars, fifty niggas in five cars (Fifty niggas)
Five bars, fifty niggas in five broads
Bruce Willis, John McClane, nigga, we Die Hard (Yeah)
The bank Gabe like Rygaard
Give him the chain and ball
I'm big shit, first I was training y'all
Max get the picture, I paint it all
Don't worry 'bout your bitch, trick nigga, just take it off (Take it off, nigga)
Yeah, give me, next to murder in the Hemi, we bend it
I can't drive, my permit suspended (Locked up)
Think I can do it if they take me back
Beamer with the peach seats, Benz got the gravy back
'Bout to do it all extra, threw 'em that heatwave (Wave)
Blew a nigga out of his boots for the streets sake (Yeah)
Four weeks late, thinking I could resurrect the game
Old brother take your brain off for ya
Chorus: Max B
You 'bout to only go where no man goes
I'm 'bout to take me a lil' trip, and I ain't coming back
I'm coast to coast where the old man shows
I'm 'bout to make me another flip
'Cause I don't want to ride tucked in the Chevy, blow man low (Low)
My back to the wall bitch
They got me 'bout to send niggas up where no man go (Go)
Send you niggas up with nowhere to go
Verse 2: NOE
It's one brick, two brick, wood grain seats sick (Uh)
Fry steak cancer ass niggas, you can eat dick (Faggot)
From the waste lane, forty in the waistband
Tri state goony, hold heat like a cakepan (C'mon)
I'm a flake man, Baltimore ape man (Ape)
Baking soda pot, stretching coke like a ace band
V 12, customized make (Yeah)
Real estate comfy, with the customized lake (Property)
I talk funny now, I spray money 'round (Uh)
Paying cash, y'all still pay money down (Give me that)
You feel me so far? See me at the crowbar (Yeah)
Down the Rosay, eating lobsters and coleslaw (What up, baby?)
Got a Brazilian thing, lean legs, no bra
Told him I will have her kiss the scrotum in the roadster (Told ya)
I keep a holster, La Cosa Nostra
I'm the nigga right behind Jimmy in the poster (Byrdgang, bitch)
Chorus: Max B
You 'bout to only go where no man goes
I'm 'bout to take me a lil' trip, and I ain't coming back
I'm coast to coast where the old man shows
I'm 'bout to make me another flip
'Cause I don't want to ride tucked in the Chevy, blow man low (Low)
My back to the wall bitch
They got me 'bout to send niggas up where no man go
Send you niggas up with nowhere to go
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