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Intro: Max B
Yeah, Boss Don, bitch
Got the boy Mak Musard
Shout to my nigga Al Pac, what's good baby?
It's ya boy Wavie Muthafucking Crockett
You already know what it is man
Me and Mak Mustard 'bout to talk to the game
Fix some shit on you niggas
Let's go
Talk to 'em
Verse 1: Max B
I need some White and Mike, that Grand Cru
Finger licking good
Flashing lights like I'm in Vegas
It ain't right without the Haters
Tryna see a nigga sitting in the orange suit
Still I'm at the beaches in Miami in a orange coupe
Barbecue bullets cook your stomach
Get them bullets when confronted
When its beef, my niggas keeping it a hundred
I was just gonna play 'em for the way it's worth
Spray it just don't say it first
Niggas say I was snitching
They ain't have no paper work
They ain't have a way to work
I was in that Beamer looking good like the star I be
Hop up in this car with me
Hop up on this dick
Let you hump it like the second grade
Pop your little cherry, take your breath away
I just left a day
Now I'm back, heard you niggas talking greasy 'bout the Don
My balls is like the Holy Quran
Got a lot of arms I could get you touched
Fuck around I hit you up, ambulance gon' have to come and pick you up (Oww)
Interlude: Max B
Yeah, nigga, I heard ya shit flopped
Another slow day at the office
Vigilante Season, we doing good over here
'Bout to buy a house, can't wait
Hey, Mak Mustard, talk to these bitches
Fuck with ya boy
Verse 2: Mak Mustard
Before you get me twisted, confused or misconstrued
I'm a grown ass man and I don't play with my tool
Nigga, could lay in a pool of volley lee fuel years out
Vicious and cruel, that's how we get to them dudes
But let me get in the mood
When it comes to this Gain Greene, saltines
Eliminate the mark by all means
Drugs in the back like Walgreens
They all fiends
Distressed hit 'em off with the four beam and step
Like a ball team in the stretch
We all live for the set
We bosses to cadets
Make 'em all bleed from the neck
It's Gain Greene, the reason you cut your limbs off
Your friends off, robbed them AC's and cut your Timb's off
On the bench strapped, got the nerve to face Mak
Talking 'bout your fucking life
Like a nigga won't take that
Forensics won't trace that
A team of morticians, sewing your face back
All over your fake raps
Outro: Max B
This nigga mad I'm getting money
If I was broke the nigga would be happy
Read the thank yous on his second album
Diary Of The Summer
It says (It says)
Max, You're my inspiration, you're my energy
You're the Million Dollar Baby
On my dick, certainly was
He certainly is
Auntie said I went to hard on the man and woman
I was just tryna be helpful
I got the bitch some extra strength Efferdent
She can clean her fucking furniture
Fucking bitch with them fake ass teeth
It's Gain Greene, Vigilante Season
Hey Big Mike, we got these niggas
Fuck with ya boy, oh I'm pissed off now
Shit don't stop
(Ha Ha)
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