"Max B" lyrics
Feeling like Max B, I'm about to blow me a dub
Grind and crush, roll and chuff
G17, tray pounds, and snub
Snails and slug, get smoked like dust
Pounds on the floor like carpet, rug
Backpack Boys, rich nerds and stuff
I'm on a wave and you can't catch up
Feeling like Max B, I'm about to blow me a dub
Phone rings like every day's first of the month (it does)
Over and over, one after one
Trap, rap, what not have I done?
And I ain't never asked for a handout once
Shutting down shows, I'll do it for fun (I will)
Putting in work, so it's right that I stunt (bar)
I'm in and out of the country, slump
No, I ain't had a good night's sleep in months
Gifted, conflicted, I'm stressed (yes)
I don't give a F what nobody says
I'm putting in blood, sweat, tears
I think that it's bait, I ain't getting no rest
Laying down tracks, I'm flying it, yes
I want the bag and all excess (I do)
I'm trying to pioneer, artists pivot
Between me and them, there ain't no contest (there's none)
Clock feds and I started to run (I did)
Got nicked and I never sung (why would I?)
Draw me out and I'll get man done
Din-and-ding bells, hot like cross bun
The brat-brat bangs like big bass drum
The six-shot spins like dubplate one (it starts)
Test man and your dance is done
Bang-bang-boogie, hit shots that (uh-kai!)
Trap all night 'til the morning sun
Stack prof, I don't do it for fun
I won't get nicked, I won't get spun
I won't go home 'til my battery's done
Cause a scene, uproar and scrimmage (I will)
Give it a wave, trying to shave this pillock (yeah)
I'll stand in the rain all day and hit it
I won't go home 'til my battery's finished
Feeling like Max B, I'm about to blow me a dub
Grind and crush, roll and chuff
G17, tray pounds, and snub
Snails and slug, get smoked like dust
Pounds on the floor like carpet, rug
Backpack Boys, rich nerds and stuff
I'm on a wave and you can't catch up
Feeling like Max B, I'm about to blow me a dub
Phone rings like every day's first of the month (it does)
Over and over, one after one
Trap, rap, what not have I done?
And I ain't never asked for a handout once (no)
Shutting down shows, I'll do it for fun
Putting in work, so it's right that I stunt
I'm in and out of the country, slump
No, I ain't had a good night's sleep in months
Don't rap, it's naughty
Naughty!
Oh!
Grind and crush, roll and chuff
G17, tray pounds, and snub
Snails and slug, get smoked like dust
Pounds on the floor like carpet, rug
Backpack Boys, rich nerds and stuff
I'm on a wave and you can't catch up
Feeling like Max B, I'm about to blow me a dub
Phone rings like every day's first of the month (it does)
Over and over, one after one
Trap, rap, what not have I done?
And I ain't never asked for a handout once
Shutting down shows, I'll do it for fun (I will)
Putting in work, so it's right that I stunt (bar)
I'm in and out of the country, slump
No, I ain't had a good night's sleep in months
Gifted, conflicted, I'm stressed (yes)
I don't give a F what nobody says
I'm putting in blood, sweat, tears
I think that it's bait, I ain't getting no rest
Laying down tracks, I'm flying it, yes
I want the bag and all excess (I do)
I'm trying to pioneer, artists pivot
Between me and them, there ain't no contest (there's none)
Clock feds and I started to run (I did)
Got nicked and I never sung (why would I?)
Draw me out and I'll get man done
Din-and-ding bells, hot like cross bun
The brat-brat bangs like big bass drum
The six-shot spins like dubplate one (it starts)
Test man and your dance is done
Bang-bang-boogie, hit shots that (uh-kai!)
Trap all night 'til the morning sun
Stack prof, I don't do it for fun
I won't get nicked, I won't get spun
I won't go home 'til my battery's done
Cause a scene, uproar and scrimmage (I will)
Give it a wave, trying to shave this pillock (yeah)
I'll stand in the rain all day and hit it
I won't go home 'til my battery's finished
Feeling like Max B, I'm about to blow me a dub
Grind and crush, roll and chuff
G17, tray pounds, and snub
Snails and slug, get smoked like dust
Pounds on the floor like carpet, rug
Backpack Boys, rich nerds and stuff
I'm on a wave and you can't catch up
Feeling like Max B, I'm about to blow me a dub
Phone rings like every day's first of the month (it does)
Over and over, one after one
Trap, rap, what not have I done?
And I ain't never asked for a handout once (no)
Shutting down shows, I'll do it for fun
Putting in work, so it's right that I stunt
I'm in and out of the country, slump
No, I ain't had a good night's sleep in months
Don't rap, it's naughty
Naughty!
Oh!
Writer(s): Tyrone Paul
