MAX ATTACK

Yeah
What
Niggah (yeah okay then)
What
What
Nigga, what
Yeah um'
Okay, eatin' good like Chick-fil-A

Say, okay, we eatin' good like Chick-fil-A
We been up for three whole days
Trap booming, bustin' plays
In the cut, we servin' J's
Runnin' through them Section 8's
Done came up off that Mary J
Locked in with them Renegades
We bustin' doors and hittin' safes

We them Zoez like sak pase
No time to waste, so Ann ale
I been on that money play
So if you broke, don't come my way
Paper come and goes like that a day
Stack it up for rainy days
I'm gettin' mines in many ways (huh)
And make it work just like a slave ayy

Hoppped out lookin' like a bag
I'm on this nigga's ass
Really the reason why they mad
Uh, yeah, yeah, okay

I pop out lookin' like that nigga (woaah)
Got my own paper
They know I'm a cold figure
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Hit'em with that Max attack
Damn near caught a heart attack
Hit her with that uppercut
And make that lil' bitch throw it back
Uh, she wants me to cop that Birkin

Told her I ain't into that
Talkin' bout them niggas trickin
Told her I ain't part of that

Yeah I'm that nigga
For real, nigga
Call me Mr. Hellcat Whipper
Mr. Power Ranger
And if it's bout that paper
They know I'm a Hellraiser
Ain't nobody did me favor
So I ain't doin' no favors
Uh, okay

We eatin' good like Chick-fil-A
We been up for three whole days
Trap booming, bustin' plays
In the cut, we servin' J's
Runnin' through them Section 8's
Done came up off that Mary J
Locked in with them Renegades
We bustin' doors and hittin' safes

We them Zoez like sak pase
No time to waste, so Ann ale
I been on that money play
So if you broke, don't come my way
Paper come and goes like that a day
Stack it up for rainy days
I'm gettin' mines in many ways
And make it work just like a slave ayy

Okay, I'm ridding with that thing on me, yeah, yeah
Catch me all in traffic with like 30 G's (yeup)
And I ain't worried bout a fuck thing
This chopper here do surgery
A nigga try to call my bluff
I hit him with that burner, third degree

Out here sliding on the opps
Hit him with a mop
Swip him up, boomstick
Put him in a box

Ayy we them Haitians with them locs nigga
Having racks nigga
Mr. Problem Solver
Call him Mr. Dad, nigga

Them bitches call me Big Head
Or Mr. Dickhead
Long as I'm having paper
Don't care what a bitch said
I'm on a mission to that paper
Ain't got time to be no hater
You ain't got no paper
Nigga, bye then, see you later (say)

Uhh okay, we eating good like Chick-fil-A
We been up for three whole days
Trap booming, bustin' plays
In the cut, we servin' J's
Runnin' through them Section 8's
Done came up off that Mary J
Locked in with them Renegades
We bustin' doors and hittin' safes

We them Zoez like sak pase
No time to waste, so Ann ale
I been on that money play
So if you broke, don't come my way
Paper come and goes like that a day
Stack it up for rainy days
I'm gettin' mines in many ways
And make it work just like a slave ayy



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Writer(s): Max Baptiste
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