Mad Max (feat. TG Crippy)

(AntiSocial go crazy and it's fact) (HardHeaded, baby) (Ayo, EliWTF?) Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that On the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at 30K or better in the backpack 30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact Like it ain't nothing these niggas could do with me Bands with the Gucci Amiri and Louis V Ain't no telling, no, you can't bool with me DOA, all of my Double R's true to me Like niggas broke and I'm not with the foolery Catch me a rapper I'm taking his jewelry Like Kay-Kay my brother, I know he gon' 'oot for me I'm high off the Rah, I'm like, "You got it zooted for me" Oh you gonna spot 'em? We got 'em, we drop 'em Like no talking, we not with the nonsense Like die Y, what's a goon to a goblin? Like any problem, I bet I'ma solve it Gotta be easy, I can't love me a bitch I got certain reasons I don't trust me a bitch 30s, Dougz up, now they say I'm the shit And these niggas be mad that a young nigga rich I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that On the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at 30k or better in the backpack (Grrah) 30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact (Ah) Nigga, I put the K to the Yz (OYK) And I put the K after the G (OGzK) OY what? Nigga, OG what? I can't wait till they run into me (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom) Ya'll ain't never do nothin' to me (Do nothin') Dougie my brother, he dumping for free, like (Grrah, grrah) We was broke, now Amiri the jeans All these bitches gon' fuck 'cause they know who we be (Like, what?) Big DOA, when I walk in the spot (DOA) And it's still free Kay, that's the flock (Free Kay) Niggas dumb if they come to my block 'cause they know me and cousie gon' let off some shots (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom) We getting money and ya'll niggas broke (Ya'll broke) Fuck Rah, he died on the phone (Died on the phone) Keep a knock while I'm on my way home If you run up on me, take a shot to the dome (Grrah-grrah) Sippin' on Wock', pour the Tris' Late night, wit' yo' bitch I'm off a Perc', and I'm lit If you say the wrong thing I'ma flock at yo' wig' (Grrah-grrah) 5th to the Sev, lil' nigga I made that R.I.P. JB, nigga, that's the Maybach Stop rappin', 'cause it's straight cap If it's up, nigga say that We been flocking at niggas since way back So if you owe us money, better pay that Blue flags, money green Married to money I'm really a fiend I'm wit' Dougie, can't forget the B Nigga what, who bigger than we? Fuck all the opps, niggas know where we be If ya'll think about spinnin' then nigga let me see Wait, I just got a Glock wit' a beam Fuck passin' my shit, I'ma flock out the V Fuck talkin', we jus gon' hop out the V Ayo, Dougie, ain't no one bigger than we I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that On the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at 30k or better in the backpack 30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact