Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
WAWG MAX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaheim House
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
WAWG
WAWG
It's Max, **** (WAWG, WAWG)
Hm, hm
Ready, TayRakks
Yeah, yeah (that dumb H-shit, ****)
WAWG
Go hit for a' strike, we tryna bail out our losses
If ever we lurkin' at night
Still a drill in the day, hit that boy with the belt like his mom
Know if we catch 'em, we killin' em
Asked to be spittin' on shit, bitch, I'm ready for drone
**** don't really be hearing me
'Til I swing through, and they ask me, that Draco get louder
Know he a bitch, man, this **** a coward
Sit on his ass 'til he come out the house
Put the Draco to his mouth, I've been waiting for hours
**** ain't shooting their gun
I'ma empty the drone, like his nose like he sniffing that powder
Pop my shit in the air
When I need a lil' break, I go fuck on my lil' ho in Brower
**** ain't spinnin' this way
He's out with his Drac', he could smoke, light that **** for power
Before we kick that trill, I have my **** layin' out here for hours
Fuck **** talk but he ain't get back
Fucked up his face like he ate something sour
Or go against Max, you get turned to a bap
Know I be smokin' on deaf
Block destroyed when a Draco and through, her name Blat
Make a **** throw his flag like a ref
Hands in the air, Glock four-five with a 30
Make a **** step back, like still (back, like still)
Pop like 12, those run back in the V' (pop like 12)
Make sure a **** meet their death (in the head)
Hot like hell, jump fire with the red beams
So the opp **** in there chill (in their chill)
Max say chill, but I try 'n' smoke my opps (yeah)
If it's up, then they start stayin' still
Huh, fuck it, I'm tryna score me a bucket
Catch me an opp on blessings
Slide in tha V so I'm backin' the boss like nothing
If he died, then that's end of discussion
Get smooshed like a muffin, jump out the air
So RT, me and bro start clickin' them buttons (RT)
Huh, yeah, fuck **** thought it was bluff
Max in the back of the Scat, out passengers side
Hanging out, tryna let the bitch stutter
**** be capping 'bout bodies they never even caught any 'em
Don't put me foot, ****, huh
**** be dissing the gang, but never pop out
But it's cool 'cause we smoking yo' brother
Up in the Choppa, like fuck it
**** was feeling too lucky, he left with no scrap
That **** got hit while he running
Written by: Jaheim House

