Max Payne - Enphamus & Young Nudy: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Enphamus & Young Nudy

Max Payne

23,833

Hip-Hop/Rap

Max Payne was released on March 20, 2026 by Enphamus Music under exclusive license to ONErpm as a part of the album Max Payne - Single

Popular Segments

Song Details

Most Popular

Past 7 Days

00:25 - 00:30

Max Payne was discovered most frequently at around 25 seconds into the song during the past week

00:00

00:05

00:15

00:25

00:30

00:45

00:50

00:55

01:00

01:10

01:15

01:20

01:25

01:30

01:50

01:55

02:15

00:00

02:24

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Young Nudy

Vocals

Enphamus Music

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Knoah Franklin

Songwriter

Quantavious Thomas

Quantavious Thomas

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Beatok808

Producer

Idontworry

Producer

Enphamus Music

Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Turn me up in the headphones, twin

And, ****, know everything I touch turn to fuckin' gold, ****

Mansa Musa in the flesh, Golden

[Chorus]

Max Payne, Max Payne, real shooter, he don't need a gun range (Bah)

Dick-ridin'-ass ****, quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring (**** be gossipin')

Overcast on a Monday, come to Magic, ****, make the club rain (Throw it, throw it)

Lay it down on the ground, try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (Blatt)

He got split for a brick, that ain't shit, welcome to the drug game (Welcome to the drug game)

Aw, shit, there they go at the door, the **** better tuck chain (He won't care)

He ain't even old enough for a shot, but the **** bust brains (Baow)

Kill one of mine, go to jail, get you ate like a mukbang, huh (I'm tellin' you)

[Verse 1]

Two guns to the head, sex, money, murder, ****, what you bang? (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

Big ETG, I'm the biggest urn, pussy ****, what you claim? (Golden)

Bet you I crash out like I'm Left Eye, he try to pull a stunt for fame (Skrrt)

This shit for the be sold, not told, ****, but I'm givin' you the game (I'm tellin' you the game)

[Chorus]

Max Payne, Max Payne, real shooter, he don't need a gun range (Need a gun range)

Dick-ridin'-ass ****, quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring (Pussy)

Overcast on a Monday, come to Magic, ****, make the club rain (Throw it, throw it)

Lay it down on the ground, try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (Gon' be a bloodstain)

He got split for a brick, that ain't shit, welcome to the drug game (Welcome to the drug game)

Aw, shit, there they go at the door, the **** better tuck chain (The **** better tuck chain, brr)

He ain't even old enough for a shot, but the **** bust brains (Baow, brr)

Kill one of mine, go to jail, get you ate like a mukbang, huh (Throw it, ****, slime)

[Verse 2]

Put a quarter ki' on your head (Quarter ki')

You know that you're dead, my boy (You know that you're dead, my boy)

We steppin' on **** like work, we turnin' your partner to murk (Yes, sir)

Twenty-five thousand, get him on a shirt (Eugh)

My junkie on Tony, he goin' berserk (Goin' berserk)

He don't pray to God, but he'll kill for the church (Kill for the church)

Baptize him, triple cross him the worst (Slimeball)

Before I got money, I put in my word (Slimeball, put in my work)

Before it was Percs, it was MDMA (MDMA)

Geekin' on Y's and take Xan to the face (Yeah)

A double-G gangster, a goon every day (Double-G gangster, goon every day)

Stick-up for money, it's licks every day (Huh?)

You front like a trapper and slimin' your face (Slimin' your face)

Give me the money, I'll take off his face

I'm creepin' on ****, I feel like Max Payne, yeah

[Chorus]

Max Payne, Max Payne, real shooter, he don't need a gun range (Bah, slime)

Dick-ridin'-ass ****, quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring (**** be gossipin')

Overcast on a Monday, come to Magic, ****, make the club rain (Throw it, throw it)

Lay it down on the ground, try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (Blatt)

He got split for a brick, that ain't shit, welcome to the drug game (Welcome to the drug game)

Aw, shit, there they go at the door, the **** better tuck chain (He won't care)

He ain't even old enough for a shot, but the **** bust brains (Baow)

Kill one of mine, go to jail, get you ate like a mukbang, huh (I'm tellin' you)

Written by: Knoah Franklin, Quantavious Thomas

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility

Loading...