Max Payne

Count up the gap my hands itching, I'm off the perk this bitch hitting
I left her alone she kept bitching, I'm at the table this mob business!
Fuck what they say they all critics, pop out with that Glock they turn crickets!
I'm in the trap for a mil-ticket, she on that pole cause them bills building!
Yea I got bricks but I ain't building, I'm on that X I'm lit litty
I took ya bitch to sin city, I'm banging Red but my uncle crippin
I'm pouring mud on both kidneys, I know that bitch karma gone come get me!
I know the opps plotting to come get me, I feel like Max Payne wit these two glizzys!

I feel like Rick Ross the real Rick Ross, I get the dope cook it up then I get it off!
My neck real Voss, My bitch thrower off her pussy good though imm shrug the shit off!
Candy pill bussing gave the bitch lock jaw, I like what I see give a fuck what it cost!
Playing with the guap get ya ass knocked off, coming for my top get ya ass knocked off!
Playing with the soft in the kitchen with these bitches getting rock hard tryna get these fucking rocks off
Counting up the moss in the kitchen wit these bitches getting topped off tryna figure out what what watch hard!
Rolling up the Runtz in the leaf big blunts of the green gone sweep me off my feet take off!
Nigg this Ain't nothing to me been spending all week I been waiting all life for to ball!

Count up the gap my hands itching, I'm off the perk this bitch hitting
I left her alone she kept bitching, I'm at the table this mob business!
Fuck what they say they all critics, pop out with that Glock they turn crickets!
I'm in the trap for a mil-ticket, she on that pole cause them bills building!
Yea I got bricks but I ain't building, I'm on that X I'm lit litty
I took ya bitch to sin city, I'm banging Red but my uncle crippin
I'm pouring mud on both kidneys, I know that bitch karma gone come get me!
I know the opps plotting to come get me, I feel like Max Payne wit these two glizzys!



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Writer(s): Nathaniel Holden Jr
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