"Mad Max" lyrics

(AntiSocial go crazy and it's facts)
(HardHeaded, baby)
(Ayo, EliWTF?)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah

I'm just playin', ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock with the peddles, I'm catchin' a flashback
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Thirty K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we movin' mad tact'

Like, it ain't nothin' these niggas could do with me
Mix with the Gucci, Amiri, and Louis V
Ain't no tellin', no, you can't bool with me
DOA, all of my Double Rs truly me
Like, niggas broke and I'm not with the foolery
Catch me a rapper, I'm taking his jewelry
Like, Kay-Kay my brother, I know he gon' 'oot for me
I'm high off the Rah, I'm like, "You got me zooted, G"
Brodie gon' spot 'em, we got 'em, we drop 'em
Like, no talkin', we not with the nonsense
Knocked down while what's a goon to a goblin?
Like, any problem, I bet I'ma solve it
Gotta be easy, I can't love me a bitch
I got certain reasons I don't trust me a bitch
Dirty Dougz up, now they say I'm the shit
And these niggas be mad that a young nigga rich

I'm just playin', ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock with the peddles, I'm catchin' a flashback
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Thirty K or better in the backpack (Grrah)
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we movin' mad tact' (Ah)

Nigga, I put the K to the Yz (OYK)
And I put the K after the G (OGzK)
OY what? Nigga, OG what?
I can't wait 'til they run into me (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Y'all ain't never do nothin' to me (Do nothin')
Dougie my brother, he dumpin' for free, like (Grrah-grrah)
We was broke, now Amiri the jeans
All these bitches gon' fuck if they know who we be (Like, what?)
Big DOA when I walk in the spot (DOA)
And it's still free Kay, that's the Flock (Free Kay)
Niggas dumb if they come to my block (Grrah), 'cause they know me and cuzzy gon' let off some shots (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
We gettin' money and ya'll niggas broke (Y'all broke)
Fuck Rah, he died on the phone (Died on the phone)
Keep a knock while I'm on my way home (Everywhere that I go)
If you run up on me, takin' shots to the dome (Grrah-grrah)
Sippin' on Wock', pour the Tris (Pour the Tris)
Late night, with ya bitch (With ya bitch)
I'm off a Perc', and I'm lit (And I'm lit)
If you say the wrong thing I'ma flock at yo' wig (Grrah-grrah)
Fifth to the Sev', lil' nigga, I made that (I did)
R.I.P. JB, nigga, that's the Maybach (Day one)
Stop rappin', 'cause it's straight cap (Like, what?)
If it's up, nigga, say that (Gang)
We been flockin' at niggas since way back
So if you owe us money (Grrah), better pay that (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Blue flags, money green
Married to money I'm really a fiend (I'm really a fiend)
I'm with Dougie, can't forget the B (The B)
Nigga what? Who bigger than we? (Bigger than we)
Fuck all the opps, niggas know where we be (Like what?)
If y'all thinkin' 'bout spinnin', nigga, let me see (Grrah, grrah)
Wait, I just got a Glock with a beam
Fuck passin' my shit, I'ma flock out the V (Flock out the V)
Fuck talkin', we just gon' hop out the V (Gon' hop out the V)
Ayo, Dougie, ain't no one bigger than we (Bigger than we)

I'm just playin', ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock with the peddles, I'm catchin' a flashback
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Thirty K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we movin' mad tact'