Mad Max

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (Kids Next Door) Huh, what up, Suspect? Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lonis on this) Ayy, ayy Huh, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, ayy (808 Kartel, nigga) [Verse 1: StanWill] Glock tucked in the TEC, yes, I play foul Hopped out the bed, hit the road, bitch, I'm pay bound Banana clips, monkey nuts, boy, it's apes 'round Bro done threw the titties in the chop, shout-out JWoww Yeah, I'm on scorch mode off of six digits Ain't thinking 'bout what's her name, that shit been ended All the hoes in my past, yeah, they big finished Gang being broke? Sound something like a big midget Right, it don't make sense Niggas know where I stay and won't shake shit Boy, you couldn't be me if you could shapeshift Damn monkey see, monkey do in my BAPE drip Throw his heart on, now he's tryna ride waves Doing fraud OT, you know crime pays .9 tucked in my skinnies, I'm beyond Faze If it's static, I'll let it sing like Beyoncé Feel like Steve-O up in Apple, I'm a jackass You should throw a hat on yo butt, with yo cap-ass Warrior up on the road, feeling like I'm Mad Max Out the way counting pape', probably where the bag at Put a shell in his back, he a turtle now Two straps off Carti frames, feel like Urkel now Brought a Moon Mist to the trap but it's purple now ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, we the ones you heard about [Verse 2: Almighty Suspect] Huh, how you wanna do it? Two hands, one hand, how I wanna shoot it? Two pills in this bitch, now I'm feeling booted And I just found a nigga bitch, now I'm finna lose it Me and Stan, we on Melrose Bitch, the day we ain't fly, nigga, Hell froze Hit the plug for the pack, he'll mail those .45 way too big, put my belt on Huh, I don't know names Whole gang full of joints, I don't know lames I ain't GameCube, bitch, I play no games Big body Benz, lil' bitch, I'm in both lanes Call Stan, he the Scam Man I'll sing with the chop like I'm Xanman Bitch, I'm up, now my name "Hunnid Band Man" I'll hit him with a hunnid shots, he the Lead Man LA to the D, bitch Outside, you ain't never in the streets, bitch Throw my lil' niggas' backs, I'm like keep this I'll lose a bitch [?] man, I can't keep shit Huh, I'll never cap Bitch ask for some dough? I said never that You just keep getting robbed, you ain't never strapped Bitch, and your songs, they was weak, you should never rap [Verse 3: StanWill] Bro the Thrust Man, got the buffies off the road Hopped in that bag, made a duffy off the road Jason Voorhees, how I'm cutting into hoes BIN too heat, boy, it's busting in the store Plus signs on the denim, we all in Ksubis Lil' bro shooting off the Perc' like it's Call of Duty It'll be a cold day in Hell, we all [?] Up chopsticks on the opps, turn them all to sushi