Yeah, I make a song like a week for real Yeah, I might be washed

I'm never washed, **** Yeah, let's go

Yeah, yeah, I said, bitch I get to the cheese like it's macaroni

5K on the fit, and it's 3K for the jacket on me

My bitch got some ass when she twerk, throw it back up on me

A **** talkin' crazy to the bros, so we smack y'all homie

Bitch, all my **** rich, look at our luck I got all these white hoes addicted like I'm Starbucks

I fucked around and dropped my heart, I had to put my heart up

I'm in the foreign, I remember where my car didn't use to start up

Yeah, bitch, you wanna fuck because my chain big

She said I made her wet, she done told me that the rain did

And your bitch, she throwin' neck, told him, look at what the fame did

And they be killin' for the check, I told them boys, look what that aim did

Bitch, I got money, hoes, cars, clothes

Bitch, I'm finna make it when I start performin' shows

Yeah, this bitch wanna have my baby, she keep askin' about my goals

I got a bitch who suck it good, she got me curlin' up my toes

Bitch, we gon' cook a **** up like it's tilapia

You don't got the answers for my ****, we can't copy ya

Bad hoes listen to Max because I'm popular

Her titties pretty, so when I hit it, I wear binoculars

Go, Diego, go, I got a Jaguar on my side

These **** talkin' bout some money, best believe them **** lied

I'm like some weed to these ****, they want smoke, I got em fried

These **** think they fuckin' with me, best believe they really not

I'm not tryin', I can make a song without you, I'm not lyin

You walkin' Neimans, everything you touch, lil' baby, then I'm buyin

I'ma hit you, girl, lil' baby, after that, I'll end up flyin

Yeah, her pussy so good, when I was in it, all I was cryin

Bitch, I'm just rappin', ****

We killed ya mans, what happened, ****

We doin' hands, don't do dappin', ****

I hit your hoe with action, ****

Freestyle, bitch, it's Max time

She just wanna fuck, cause I'm really fine

**** wanna blow up, tell them, take your time

You not talkin' shit, that boy like a mime

I was at your man's, but you end up slimin

I just be rappin', I don't got no timin

Bitch, I'm on the line, bought that bag like a lineman

She just wanna fuck, cause that pressure made diamonds, ****

Yeah, I'm done

I was just talkin' for real, I ain't make a song a minute for real life

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ho, we gon' find your man's, make him hide out

Yeah, ha

M-A-N-G-O

Heartagram, bitch ass, ****

Yeah, I'm done for real, I'm out