To the Max
I'm afraid to lose
I'm afraid to fall
I'ma fade away
Never drop the ball
I'ma go hard 'til the day I die
Go hard 'til the day I
Bitch i'm too strong
Come through ballin'
Finna max out
The whole gang in here
Nice wit' it
Might flip it if they talking 'bout them nice digits
Send some ice with it, i'm on fire
I've been lurking for 'em
Got some verses for 'em
(Talk that talk!)
I ain't working for 'em
'Bout to work the foreign
(What they got!)
Aye, I need it pronto
Whip is a bronco
Got me a bag and then copped me a condo
And gave it to moms though
Hold up, skirt off that drop top, two tone, aye
Might look back, she gone
I might E.T. phone home
I been deep in my zone, aye
Look back she gone
Ain't no way she come home
She was riding wit' lone
As she riding on lone
Tryna ride on my wave
Told her ride that on home
I put that on my grave
Tatted that up on my soul, aye
New flame in hand
Whole world on fye, uh
Why would I pity the man like I cared for the nigga alive, uh
Knocking her down in the crib
Might do it again in the ride, uh
I'ma take it to the max
I'm probably the best alive
No one in this bitch want smoke, that's a bet
Play with my shit, you go missing like a rat
Too many go missing and ya momma get a pat
On god I run the shit like a cartel in Medellin bitch
I'm afraid to lose
I'm afraid to fall
I'ma fade away
Never drop the ball
I'ma go hard 'til the day I die
Go hard 'til the day I
Bitch i'm too strong
Come through ballin'
Finna max out
The whole gang in here
I'm afraid to fall
I'ma fade away
Never drop the ball
I'ma go hard 'til the day I die
Go hard 'til the day I
Bitch i'm too strong
Come through ballin'
Finna max out
The whole gang in here
Nice wit' it
Might flip it if they talking 'bout them nice digits
Send some ice with it, i'm on fire
I've been lurking for 'em
Got some verses for 'em
(Talk that talk!)
I ain't working for 'em
'Bout to work the foreign
(What they got!)
Aye, I need it pronto
Whip is a bronco
Got me a bag and then copped me a condo
And gave it to moms though
Hold up, skirt off that drop top, two tone, aye
Might look back, she gone
I might E.T. phone home
I been deep in my zone, aye
Look back she gone
Ain't no way she come home
She was riding wit' lone
As she riding on lone
Tryna ride on my wave
Told her ride that on home
I put that on my grave
Tatted that up on my soul, aye
New flame in hand
Whole world on fye, uh
Why would I pity the man like I cared for the nigga alive, uh
Knocking her down in the crib
Might do it again in the ride, uh
I'ma take it to the max
I'm probably the best alive
No one in this bitch want smoke, that's a bet
Play with my shit, you go missing like a rat
Too many go missing and ya momma get a pat
On god I run the shit like a cartel in Medellin bitch
I'm afraid to lose
I'm afraid to fall
I'ma fade away
Never drop the ball
I'ma go hard 'til the day I die
Go hard 'til the day I
Bitch i'm too strong
Come through ballin'
Finna max out
The whole gang in here
Credits
Writer(s): Boris Hernandez
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