OG - Max

Max

When I do it to the max, y'all just do it to the minimal
Oh it ain't, it ain't nothin', bitch I'm gettin' loot
Known to tear shit up, since a youngin' oh I been a fool
Heard about the kid, oh yeah I been that dude

Hottest from my city, ask around I been the pinnacle
'Imma tell you straight up, I ain't doin' no subliminals
Went and copped a Coogi sweater, had to hit the fittin' room
She said she been a fan, but she ain't typical

But I knew that, yeah we 'bouta get it
Yeah we 'finna get them blue racks
And we 'finna blow the roof back
I was sellin' merch in high school
Yo girl 'prolly bought a crew neck
Been on my grind, I'm always searchin' where the loot at

Like you don't 'gotta question the shit, we already know who next
Like every time I step out, they always lookin' like "who that?"
Cause if, I'm on the beat it's a given that I'm a problem
And they havin' trouble stugglin' 'tryna sit there and solve it

We bring the heat like a phoenix, and they hatin', we give 'em reasons
Better go and get your sweater, thought you knew it's OG season
Not even close peakin', just give it a couple seasons
Whole team'll have some pieces from Sweden, I know they need it

When I do it to the max, y'all just do it to the minimal
Oh it ain't, it ain't nothin', bitch I'm gettin' loot
Known to tear shit up, since a youngin' oh I been a fool
Heard about the kid, oh yeah I been that dude

Hottest from my city, ask around I been the pinnacle
'Imma tell you straight up, I ain't doin' no subliminals
Went and copped a Coogi sweater, had to hit the fittin' room
She said she been a fan, but she ain't typical

Know my shit been slappin' dawg, even all my older stuff
Way back when I rode the bus, was poppin' like a soda does
Had a couple people switch up on me, man they folded up
Somethin' like a folder does, and now they 'tryna roll with us

But that ain't new to me, 'Imma keep on focused up
Shout out to y'all showin' love, I fuck with y'all, we goin' up
Got a couple honeys 'tryna call me, 'tryna phone me up
Hit 'em back "new phone, who dis?"
Been busy, please don't hold me up

And now she 'tryna get with me, she gettin' dirty, rolled her cuffs
Sayin' that it calms her nerves, she smokin' on that potent stuff
Givin' me a shoulder rub, shit, you already know whassup
Kaz and Tommi on the beat, you know that we been goin' nuts

When I do it to the max, y'all just do it to the minimal
Oh it ain't, it ain't nothin', bitch I'm gettin' loot
Known to tear shit up, since a youngin' oh I been a fool
Heard about the kid, oh yeah I been that dude

Hottest from my city, ask around I been the pinnacle
'Imma tell you straight up, I ain't doin' no subliminals
Went and copped a Coogi sweater, had to hit the fittin' room
She said she been a fan, but she ain't typical



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Writer(s): Oskar Gruber, Zakary Holden, Alex Bottero, Ben Lindsey
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