"Politics" lyrics
Niggas asking all these questions
They wanna know if my son official
Yo Max, talk that .2-3 shit
Let em know, Babies
All my guys, we done dropped our location
Waited real patient, but nobody spun shit (Babies)
Why the opps always talking and hating
Get off my body, I only got one dick (Gllt)
I do work that the devil say
If the D's on my body, I'm doing drills anyway (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Face shots blow his head away
If I'm missing his face, then his body gon' separate (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
We smoke out the oppers, all gassed up
Let him post up, my demons gon' mask up
If I'm bending, I'm sending his ass up
Fuck the medics, his body get bagged up (Send him up)
Send the Haitians, his family candle lit
Couple shots got him stiffer than mannequins
Sleep on me like I'm Raymour and Flanigan
'Cause them oppers stressed out in the ambulance
So really, let's talk about it
Were you ever gon' spin it? Then niggas just talk about it
'Cause mop, we don't walk without it
See one of your guys, that's a body with chalk around it
Put my trust in the Chop' or Kev Locc
If I don't die for this shit, then it's dead row
Hit a opp in his chest then his legs go
Want a beam on a Glock, split his temple
If he running, you know we gon' spit him up
Couple shots to his belly get tummy tucked
Where the opps, they ain't spin, they just babblin'
If we bent up the strip, niggas tattlin'
Ciggy Black, that's my brother, that's word to my mother
Touch him, that's the day I'ma take your life
If you run up, get done up
Get spilled when that sun up
You hide in the day, then I'm breaking night
See the opps and I'm leaning heavy
Were the guys off drugs? No aim so the beam is ready
Head shots so the beam is steady
Spinning us, no chance, posted up and my demons ready
Don't get caught on that side block, let the whole .9 flock
Man that boy down in the blind spot
See oppers, I'm fishing shit
That boy could catch 6, ain't no time for no witnesses
Our scoreboard got differences
If you talk on the book, then I send out my menaces
Got some Babiiez that's moving tact'
Bro, TJ hit faces and Nobley gon' rip his back
Two straps, get your door kicked
When this chop' in your face, either die or gon' forfeit
Red break get to scorin'
Lil' bro get to spinning from night to the mornin'
Got some killers that's moving real vicious
Make a call they obeyin my wishes
Every opp getting wet up like dishes
Now they down in the bay with the fishes
I don't give a fuck on who's who
Couple locc's with they screws loose
Only big chops, no deuce-deuce
Let's teach him lessons like a school do
Skin burning up and getting chewed through
Only way I'm going if I choose to
And I'm never lacking, gotta stay awake
Money moving slow, gotta speed the pace
If he want smoke, then he gettin' laced
After bail bonds, then I'm skippin' states (Yeah)
After bail bonds, then I'm skippin' states (Gang)
Respect me, yeah, yeah, yeah
MaxThaDemon, bitch
You know what I'm saying?
Whole lot of heart pack business, you get me?
Skrrt
Grrt
They wanna know if my son official
Yo Max, talk that .2-3 shit
Let em know, Babies
All my guys, we done dropped our location
Waited real patient, but nobody spun shit (Babies)
Why the opps always talking and hating
Get off my body, I only got one dick (Gllt)
I do work that the devil say
If the D's on my body, I'm doing drills anyway (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Face shots blow his head away
If I'm missing his face, then his body gon' separate (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
We smoke out the oppers, all gassed up
Let him post up, my demons gon' mask up
If I'm bending, I'm sending his ass up
Fuck the medics, his body get bagged up (Send him up)
Send the Haitians, his family candle lit
Couple shots got him stiffer than mannequins
Sleep on me like I'm Raymour and Flanigan
'Cause them oppers stressed out in the ambulance
So really, let's talk about it
Were you ever gon' spin it? Then niggas just talk about it
'Cause mop, we don't walk without it
See one of your guys, that's a body with chalk around it
Put my trust in the Chop' or Kev Locc
If I don't die for this shit, then it's dead row
Hit a opp in his chest then his legs go
Want a beam on a Glock, split his temple
If he running, you know we gon' spit him up
Couple shots to his belly get tummy tucked
Where the opps, they ain't spin, they just babblin'
If we bent up the strip, niggas tattlin'
Ciggy Black, that's my brother, that's word to my mother
Touch him, that's the day I'ma take your life
If you run up, get done up
Get spilled when that sun up
You hide in the day, then I'm breaking night
See the opps and I'm leaning heavy
Were the guys off drugs? No aim so the beam is ready
Head shots so the beam is steady
Spinning us, no chance, posted up and my demons ready
Don't get caught on that side block, let the whole .9 flock
Man that boy down in the blind spot
See oppers, I'm fishing shit
That boy could catch 6, ain't no time for no witnesses
Our scoreboard got differences
If you talk on the book, then I send out my menaces
Got some Babiiez that's moving tact'
Bro, TJ hit faces and Nobley gon' rip his back
Two straps, get your door kicked
When this chop' in your face, either die or gon' forfeit
Red break get to scorin'
Lil' bro get to spinning from night to the mornin'
Got some killers that's moving real vicious
Make a call they obeyin my wishes
Every opp getting wet up like dishes
Now they down in the bay with the fishes
I don't give a fuck on who's who
Couple locc's with they screws loose
Only big chops, no deuce-deuce
Let's teach him lessons like a school do
Skin burning up and getting chewed through
Only way I'm going if I choose to
And I'm never lacking, gotta stay awake
Money moving slow, gotta speed the pace
If he want smoke, then he gettin' laced
After bail bonds, then I'm skippin' states (Yeah)
After bail bonds, then I'm skippin' states (Gang)
Respect me, yeah, yeah, yeah
MaxThaDemon, bitch
You know what I'm saying?
Whole lot of heart pack business, you get me?
Skrrt
Grrt
