Max Flow 3 (feat. C lew, JERLOYALTY & Big Cujo)
YungTrel
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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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Written by: Caiden Lewis, Dontrel Burton, Jeremiah Link, Preston Childress
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