Max Flow 3 (feat. C lew, JERLOYALTY & Big Cujo)

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She tryna Mike Jack beat it
Stacking the bread to the ceiling
Yall boys my son no phoenix
Off the pack she fiending
Get me a mop I'm cleaning
Look how the wock got me leaning
Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it
Touch down on the track like Cunningham
But I never played in a season
Like lil bitch I'm too paid
Nut in her mouth make it look like some tooth paste
All of this ice man I'm feeling like 2 chainz
Beat that boy up I ain't talking no Bruce Wayne
Spot up and dunk on your block like a 2 way
And no we ain't playing no 2k
No we ain't caring what you say
Drank in my cup and I'm feeling like lil Wayne
Putting blue racks on his head just like bulma
Mask up tryna beef with corona
KD on my wood you can smell the aroma
Can't smoke on that boy
Cuz that boy he a Gona
I was down bad now these bitches all on me
Can't get up with you
Gotta get at your homie
I was growing up eating on bread and bologna
Can't f*ck with these hoes cuz these hoes really phony
Yeah yeah
You know that my flow to the max
Smoking on thrax
Fucking with me that's how you get whacked
Big ass drac with a wood on the back
Put them on a blitz just to give me a sack
Sending some shots make his ass run track
Up in the trap and you know that we jumping
Playing my songs im forever bumping
Yeah there they go
Yeah that boy be lacking
Sending some shots like we play for the mavericks
Fucking with me you get hit with the static
Ice on my neck you can check out my status
Feel like the man and I'm making it happen
I ain't no regular artist I really be trapping
Uncle Sam yeah the way I be taxing
She tryna Mike Jack beat it
Stacking the bread to the ceiling
Yall boys my son no phoenix
Off the pack she fiending
Get me a mop I'm cleaning
Look how the wock got me leaning
Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it
Touch down on the track like Cunningham (Jerloyalty)
But I never played in a season
Bitch i been gone i was fighting some demons
Hit from the back f*ck yo bitch for no reason
My lil nigga he white but yk that he seasoned
Drip down in sauce and i look Polynesian
Nigga called 12 you know thats some crap
Im tryna put my whole team on the map
Roll up on me leave yo head in yo lap
If yo bitch on our side den you know she got clap
That bitch a bop f*ck a betty boo
In the back of the car wit my nigga snoop
I can still beat your ass ain't gotta shoot
Im always on time ian hitting snooze
If twelve get behind me im outta that
Nigga know im straight where the money at
Nigga get a gun then dont know how to act
Im just talking I don't even know how to rap
F*ck wit me see a flash photo
She eating me up like a rolo
Im wit the gang like a mother fucking cholo
Put a whole in your shirt like a hobo
And im straight bout my munyun
im wit the steppas like sum mother fucking bunions
Hole in yo head now you look like some funyuns
Your mama crying like she cutting onions
She tryna Mike Jack beat it
Stacking the bread to the ceiling
Y'all boys my son no phoenix
Off the pack she fiending
Get me a mop I'm cleaning
Look how the wock got me leaning
Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it
Touch down on the track like Cunningham
But I never played in a season
Fucking this bitch yeah her pussy be creaming
Hit him in the neck make sure he ain't breathing
She tell me she love when I grip on her titty
Can't have no kid until I hit 50
If I miss spin again bullets not greedy
You is a Brewster grew up like a weenie
I'm in the back clutching all on my semi
Real turnt nigga I'm the best in my city
I was only 14 with a big ass choppa
I ain't had no heart I'll shoot at your momma
That nigga a bitch he cry like a toddler
You don't suck dick go hit the door
You keep on talking I'm ready to blow
Put a beam on the stick and I let that bitch glow
The stick in my pants and I hate if it show
A knife to a gun fight you gotta grow
Sit the nose bleed I don't like to be seen
Bussing this hoe and I like when she scream
Take me a video pass to the team
Racks on racks im playing monopoly
One hoe to the next aint nobody stopping me
She sucking my dick and she do it so sloppy
I'm hitting so good she call me a master
Chasing this money gotta get to it faster
Life is so bad gotta skip me a chapter
Go ghost on a hoe like my first name is Casper
I ain't talking no hockey but im playing with sticks
My pockets to heavy like I'm toting bricks
She bounce like a bunny I ain't talking about trix
I feel like I'm melo I ball for the knicks
Pour up the drank now I gotta piss
She tryna Mike Jack beat it
Stacking the bread to the ceiling
Y'all boys my son no phoenix
Off the pack she fiending
Get me a mop I'm cleaning
Look how the wock got me leaning
Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it
Touch down on the track like Cunningham
But I never played in a season
Uhnnn
I never played in a season
Lil bitch tryna f*ck me come suck me
This bitch on her period you know that she bleeding
Don't give a f*ck ima pull up in Hondas
I ride with the llama
Riding in the 2 seater
F*ck on your bitch Michael Jackson I beat it
Don't give a f*ck bitch I am undefeated
I gotta choppa on the back of this bitch for the niggas who play and I think that he gay
Ima pull up with a glock with a switch .45 I come shoot at your face
Glock .26 with a switch how you gon run from that
This bitch she tryna chop up on my wood like she a lumber Jack
I told this bitch come arch that ass
Lil bitch you better throw it back
Nigga steadily talking P O P I'm gonna pop his ass
I'm smoking on exotic
Pussy ass nigga take off like a rocket damn
F*ck nigga play ima pop it
P O P and I'm smoking exotic on gang
F*ck nigga talking I pull up and leave his ass dead
And I pull up and fill him with led
And that nigga he hot like a sled
But this is not no Santa I'll leave your ass dead
I got the choppa I aim at your momma
I got me a drac and I want all the problems
You niggas be talking that shit
But know I'm the realest I pull up and she giving me sloppy
She tryna Mike Jack beat it
Stacking the bread to the ceiling
Y'all boys my son no phoenix
Off the pack she fiending
Get me a mop I'm cleaning
Look how the wock got me leaning
Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it
Touch down on the track like Cunningham
But I never played in a season

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