Mad Max Lyrics – Eli Fross
Singer: Eli Fross
Title: Mad Max
Hahaha
Fross
(It’s Great John beats, baby)
Movie b#tch
For the opposition, I make movie clips
Goofy b#tch
n#gg# done got shot up for that goofy sh#t
Loot his sh#t
Heard of some new dealers, so we took his sh#t
Huh, look
Movie b#tch
For the opposition, I make movie clips
Goofy b#tch
n#gg# done got shot up for that goofy sh#t
Loot his sh#t
Heard of some new dealers, so we took his sh#t
Suckin’ dick
It’s the only way she know how to use her lips
Bag life
If she actin’ up, she get that act right
Fast cars
Should be keepin’ up with my fast life
Gang sh#t
Bullets hit ’em up, that Liu Kang sh#t
Range b#tch
Let that n#gg# run, know my aim lit
Uh, uh, know we killin’ sh#t
Uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh#t
Uh, uh, brodie split his sh#t
Uh, uh, brodie peel his sh#t (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh, know we killin’ sh#t (Fo’nem, fo’nem droppin’ sh#t, n#gg#)
Uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh#t (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh, brodie split his sh#t (Gang)
Uh, uh, brodie peel his sh#t (Gang, gang, gang, ayy)
Where I’m from these shorties catch a murder, ‘fore they get a bag
Here we post the opps, lil fo’nem call me, I say, “Kill his ass”
Then he get caught with a opp, smokin’ cinnabin with his #ss
Catch a n#gg# lost for drillin’ with it, or without a mask
Spin a opp sh#t back to back
Switches, fifties, catchin’ tracks
I got Will, ain’t gettin’ him back
Fo’nem took your opponent and you ain’t gettin’ it back
I can’t wife a ho, she doin’ gang and ’em
Lil’ Deuce up the score, b#tch that’s for gangnem
We don’t do no drivebys, hop out, switchy on me, change ’em
R.I.P. Jmoney, n#gg# I can’t f#ck the same nem
Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just f#cked his main b#tch
And all of my opps some goofies
(f#ck you and your gang b#tch)
Yeah, you tweakin’ bro
Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho
b#tches, yeah they love me like I’m Cupid, they some freaky hoes
We don’t do no fightin’, we be shootin’, we deletin’
Blow that trigger when I’m squeezin’
All these bullets stop that breathin’ though
We don’t keep the score
We just keep on scorin’ ’til there ain’t no more (b#tch)
White chalk on the floor
I thought I seen ’em move, so I just shot some more (b#tch)
Ruger clips
Talkin’ out your mouth, you know we boomin’ sh#t
Who is this?
He ain’t from my sides, yeah we poof his sh#t
Shootin’ sh#t
All my n#gg#s up it like we hoopin’, b#tch
You ain’t tryna f#ck? Move b#tch, like I’m Ludacris
Triflin’, and you know I f#cked that b#tch and now you wifin’ it
That’s the same p#ss# you be lickin’, and I’m pipin’ it
f#ckin’ hoes
We be f#ck buddies, never wifin’ it
And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin’ it
Uh, uh, know we killin’ sh#t
Uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh#t
Uh, uh, brodie split his sh#t
Uh, uh, brodie peel his sh#t
Uh, uh, know we killin’ sh#t
Uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh#t
Uh, uh, brodie split his sh#t
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit
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