Testo Mad Max - Lil Durk feat. Future
Testo della canzone Mad Max (Lil Durk feat. Future), tratta dall'album Lil Durk Presents: Loyal Bros 2
I got Hitman on the beat
Keep it on the low, go drop a bag and get a n- buried
Lil' bro send shots all through your car, he think he Stephen Curry
I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirty
I'm gettin' more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken servings
And I brung the strippers to the studio just to get me service
I'ma put my trust inside this toolie, I'ma go 730
Stay with my demons every day, these n- good at murkin'
Droppin' a ticket on 'em the day they tried to play with Smurky
Can't be cool with n-, I can't vouch for n-, how they move
Do you like Ruth's Chris, have my shooter turn you to some food
I'm in a 'Cat, I'm in the trenches, I'm with the demons, I'm in the zoo
I'm bringin' out the racks, I'm the one buyin' the chain, cost a coupe
I bought five hotel rooms to put my clothes up from the mall
N- turn to rat calls and we crushin' 'em like a car
My young b- better take a charge, f- another broad
It ain't no RICO case gon' stop another body from droppin'
How many bodies n- got? How many they got?
Mad Max, Max, Max, Mad Max (run up on a n- like)
Mad Max, Max, Max (better get down like), Mad Max (on his ass)
Mad Max, Max, Max (we kick up), Mad Max (man, what?)
I got my stick out, leavin' the b- out, tell bro ETA to my slot (let's get it)
I could've been part of that RICO, I called Thug and told him every n- I shot (slime)
Whenever it's war, you never see main names, you gotta get everybody he got (blah)
Take off a ski mask, pray on the phone with the Imam to get close to Allah
Failed my driver test, pop out in the middle of the street, ain't park the car (ain't park the car)
Had to rob a n- I know, he changed the bag and said it's 'za (dope)
Every n- 'round me had died, I paid the bills off for they mama (go)
Grab the cannon, grab the Uzi, spin that b- like DJ Drama
I don't be admittin' no crimes, sayin' my names on blogs the minute they dyin' (let's go)
I'm too trench, you can claim that body, I'm never admittin' to slidin' (lame ass)
I'll never blackball none of y'all -, them rappers ain't doin' no crime
I'm The Voice, I got choice to let you live or get you slimed (man, what?)
I spent a hundred at Western (let's go)
On Pat, I'ma get in my weapon (let's go)
He can have that n-, expensive (let's go)
Big Threat and 'em dyin' to get you (let's go)
That swish shit bound to get you (grrah)
Free Mak', we flyin' to get you (grrah)
One n- ain't die, he crippled (let's get it)
You ain't know we was gon' get you, did you? (Let's get it)
He ain't keep his pistol, pistol
Harlem Shake when they hit you, hit you
Mad Max, Max, Max (let's go), Mad Max (let's go)
Mad Max, Max, Max (run up on 'em like), Mad Max (kill his - like)
Mad Max, Max, Max (hunt him down like), Mad Max (keep a gun like)
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Anthony Bailey, Nayvadius Wilburn, Durk D. Banks
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