Death to Max a'Milly
Woah woah woah woah
Max a'Milly
Yea he fucking with it, it's exhausting
How you spending 20k all on a coffin
Just to die off $20 oxys
Yea that pussy pink
Just like the molly
Death
To Max a'Milly
You heard he copped a P
Now he think he with it
Catching up on Z's
No sleep
I'm trying to live my dream so
I just plot and scheme
Death
To Max a'Milly
Popped too many pills
Now he on the pavement
Why he ain't spend no bread
He just saving it
Why I don't feel the love
Cause I'm just giving it
Hit it so hard
Max a'Milly he beat it
Drugs knocked him out
Now they checking his BP
Applying that pressure to his chest
Till he breathing
After he pass
Yea they checking his texts
And he texting your BM
He said is you DTF
She steady screaming
All on the couch, on the sofa
Yea he bent her over
I think that's the chick from the porno
With Riley and Mia
Like nick in the morning
Ay
I wake up, roll over and then fuck her
Got a bad bitch and she pop it like a soda
Yea she call me trapper's son
Cause I'm going to fill the bag up some
Till I'm outta breath singing
Death
To Max a'Milly
Heard he copped a P
Now he think he with it
Catching up on Z's
No sleep
I'm just trying to live my dream
So I just plot and scheme
Death
To Max a'Milly
Popped too many pills
Now he on the pavement
Why he ain't spend no bread
He just saving it
Why I don't feel the love
Cause I'm just giving it
Woah woah woah woah
Went through a P in a week yea he blew that
Max a'Milly real he going to do that, like true that
You flip two then you get to keep one
They really trying to plot on my downfall
I dive in that pussy and go AWOL
Dick so good I make her quit her day job
She stay home while I bring in that paystub
(And I) got some really big demons in the closet
I don't know how to lock it
I'm so hot like my middle name is August
Yea it is
They looking for him, yea forget it
His homie called, but he didn't check it
If he did he would've known it was a setup
When he got home he got his shit lit up, keep your head up
Death
To Max a'Milly
Heard he copped a P
Now he think he with it
Catching up on Z's
No sleep
I'm just trying to live my dream
So I just plot and scheme
Death
To Max a'Milly
Popped too many pills
Now he on the pavement
Why he ain't spend no bread
He just saving it
Why I don't feel the love
Cause I'm just giving it
Death
To Max a'Milly
Max a'Milly
Yea he fucking with it, it's exhausting
How you spending 20k all on a coffin
Just to die off $20 oxys
Yea that pussy pink
Just like the molly
Death
To Max a'Milly
You heard he copped a P
Now he think he with it
Catching up on Z's
No sleep
I'm trying to live my dream so
I just plot and scheme
Death
To Max a'Milly
Popped too many pills
Now he on the pavement
Why he ain't spend no bread
He just saving it
Why I don't feel the love
Cause I'm just giving it
Hit it so hard
Max a'Milly he beat it
Drugs knocked him out
Now they checking his BP
Applying that pressure to his chest
Till he breathing
After he pass
Yea they checking his texts
And he texting your BM
He said is you DTF
She steady screaming
All on the couch, on the sofa
Yea he bent her over
I think that's the chick from the porno
With Riley and Mia
Like nick in the morning
Ay
I wake up, roll over and then fuck her
Got a bad bitch and she pop it like a soda
Yea she call me trapper's son
Cause I'm going to fill the bag up some
Till I'm outta breath singing
Death
To Max a'Milly
Heard he copped a P
Now he think he with it
Catching up on Z's
No sleep
I'm just trying to live my dream
So I just plot and scheme
Death
To Max a'Milly
Popped too many pills
Now he on the pavement
Why he ain't spend no bread
He just saving it
Why I don't feel the love
Cause I'm just giving it
Woah woah woah woah
Went through a P in a week yea he blew that
Max a'Milly real he going to do that, like true that
You flip two then you get to keep one
They really trying to plot on my downfall
I dive in that pussy and go AWOL
Dick so good I make her quit her day job
She stay home while I bring in that paystub
(And I) got some really big demons in the closet
I don't know how to lock it
I'm so hot like my middle name is August
Yea it is
They looking for him, yea forget it
His homie called, but he didn't check it
If he did he would've known it was a setup
When he got home he got his shit lit up, keep your head up
Death
To Max a'Milly
Heard he copped a P
Now he think he with it
Catching up on Z's
No sleep
I'm just trying to live my dream
So I just plot and scheme
Death
To Max a'Milly
Popped too many pills
Now he on the pavement
Why he ain't spend no bread
He just saving it
Why I don't feel the love
Cause I'm just giving it
Death
To Max a'Milly
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Writer(s): Maxwell Mirhej
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