"CARBONE FREESTYLE" lyrics

BIA, BIA, the don diva, what's good?
It's your boy, Max Biggavel'
Shout-out to the sexiest girl in the B-town, holdin' it down
Get wavy, baby, you litty
Uh, yeah (Aziz)
Uh

I play my music loud, so all my neighbors sick of me, I just had an epiphany
Music got me all the way in Italy
Oops, like that's my real life
I could rap this shit, but you should all see what this feel like
Quarter-million large, it sound a lot, but really feels light
I don't give my autograph no more unless the deal's right
I ain't drag a ho in so long, bitch, I still might, yeah
I ain't drag a ho in so long, but bitch, I still might
I ain't fuck my way to fame or clout chase things that I sought
Really international, bitch, you should see my passport
Well respected, if I want it, I ain't gotta ask for it
Weezy said he'll do it, he don't need a mask for it, yeah
You on the team, but not really on the team, man, you really just a mascot, yeah
And my Vegas bag is looking like a bitch just really hit the jackpot
Carbone crazy, I could put a smile on the face of my waitress
I could name some places that I been that you never been
Where them people know me on a first name basis
Man, you bitches audacious
If I claim these niggas, then I'd really be famous
Like, where do clowns sign up?
I post a pic', my DM lit like Rolling Loud lineups
They wasn't busy when we said we'd leave 'em found, tied up
Uh, some of us got more followers than dollars
And I promise you, that don't apply to all of us
That's almost as crazy as you hatin' just to follow us
My nigga had to rent the theater out so no one bother us, uh
Give me the password if we fuckin', so I hit them bitches up
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Yeah, yeah
Give me the password if we fuckin', so I hit them bitches up
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Oh