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(I got Hitman on the beat) Spin on the lo', go drop a bag and get a nigga buried Lil' bro send shots all through your car, he think he Stephen Curry I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirty I'm gettin' more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken servings And I brung the strippers to the studio, just give me service I'ma put my trust inside this toolie, I'ma go 730 Stay with my demons every day, these niggas good at murkin' Droppin' a ticket on 'em the day they tried to play with Shmurky Can't be cool with niggas, I can't vouch for niggas, how they move Do you like Ruth's Chris, have my shooter turn you to some food I'm in the 'Cat, I'm in the trenches, I'm with the demons, I'm in the zoo I'm bringin' out the racks, I'm goin' buyin' a chain, cost a coupe I bought five hotel rooms to put my clothes up from the mall Niggas turn to raccoons and we crush 'em like a car My young bitch better take a charge, fuck another broad It ain't no RICO case gon' stop another body from droppin' How many bodies niggas got? How many they got? Mad Max, Max, Max, Mad Max (Run up on a nigga like) Mad Max, Max, Max (Better get down like) Mad Max (On his ass) Mad Max, Max, Max (We kick a nigga like) Mad Max (Man, what?) I got my stick out, leavin' a bitch house, tell bro ETA to my slot (Let's get it) I could've been part of that RICO, I called Thug and told him every nigga I shot (Slime) Whenever it’s war, you never see main names, you gotta get everybody he got (Blah) Take off a ski mask, pray on the phone with the imam to get


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