Mad Max - Lil' Duece & Rob Vicious: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Lil' Duece & Rob Vicious

Mad Max

50

Hip-Hop/Rap

Mad Max was released on June 18, 2021 by Rob Vicious as a part of the album 2 Vicious

Song Details

Release DateJune 18, 2021

LabelRob Vicious

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil' Duece

Performer

Rob Vicious

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lil' Duece

Composer

Rob Vicious

Composer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(Ay, Rob)

(What?)

Ayy

(I think the feds is listenin')

Ayy, I think the feds listenin'

I told bro to slow it down—

[Verse 1]

Ayy, you ain't heard about Robby, ****

Shot his own sh—

Pussy **** talkin crazy, he was tore up from the floor up

I got Henny in my system, bitch, I been quit drinkin' pour up

One of the most vicious **** that you know of

Ayy, shout out my lil ****, he done pulled up, shot the store up

And bro just hit a opp, bro that's what's up, we 'bout to go up

I put that shit on Jesus, put that shit on Jesus Christ

Got all these dirty guns around me, **** barely sleep at night

We catch a play to rob a **** around this bitch to eat at night

That pussy **** talkin' left, that choppa stick gon' lead 'em right

Them **** from the other side is only mad when they can't hear the pipe

Tell that thirsty, dusty, pillow-talkin' bitch go get a life (Ayy)

Shh, ayy, I think the feds listenin'

I told bro to slow it down, I think the meds kickin'

Lil Rob, calm down, you too damn vicious

Ayy, you can't take the heat, then lil' bitch, get out the damn kitchen

[PreChorus]

Got a lot of shooters 'round the way that I just can't mention

Everywhere I'm rockin', It's a K, you know I ain't slippin

Why you rockin' with your brother pistol?

It ain't nothin' in it

These **** swear to God they want some issues, they can't fuck with me

[Chorus]

Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in

I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with

Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy

Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max

I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback

Fuck around, I'll turn this **** to a hashtag

I got my choppa in the party, better back back

Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max

[Verse 2]

Woo, I feel like Ric Flair

Just popped a molly, on my mama, it can go there

Hundred shooters came in this party, it ain't no fear?

Feelin' like the big bad wolf, I'll blow here

Me and Mad Max the same ****, we be both trippin'

Hit the scene with two Glocks and I leave with 'em both empty

I never miss a shot, get up close when I'm on ****

Told my shooter leave it home, but it's still on the road with us

And it's still up in the trunk, just in case they get close

Shoot him in his face how that casket get closed

Double right back, hit the candles, I'm cold

It's a war goin' on outside, you at home

[PreChorus]

Who you think a real ****? Me and Rob Vicious

I just popped another molly, now my trigger finger itchin'

Hundred shooters int his party, please don't get to trippin'

Don't say nothin' on that phone, 'cause I know the feds listenin'

[Instrumental]

Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in

I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with

Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy

Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max

I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback

Fuck around, I'll turn this **** to a hashtag

Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back

Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max

Written by: Lil' Duece, Rob Vicious

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