"Mad Max" lyrics
Lil' Duece & Rob Vicious Lyrics
(Ay, Rob)
(What?)
Ayy
(I think the feds is listenin')
Ayy, I think the feds listenin'
I told bro to slow it down-
Ayy, you ain't heard about Robby, nigga
Shot his own shit
Pussy nigga talkin crazy, he was tore up from the floor up
I got Henny in my system, bitch, I been quit drinkin' pour up
One of the most vicious niggas that you know of
Ayy, shout out my lil nigga, he done pulled up, shot the store up
And bro just hit a opp, bro that's what's up, we 'bout to go up
I put that shit on Jesus, put that shit on Jesus Christ
Got all these dirty guns around me, nigga barely sleep at night
We catch a play to rob a nigga around this bitch to eat at night
That pussy nigga talkin' left, that choppa stick gon' lead 'em right
Them niggas from the other side is only mad when they can't hear the pipe
Tell that thirsty, dusty, pillow-talkin' bitch go get a life (Ayy)
Shh, ayy, I think the feds listenin'
I told bro to slow it down, I think the meds kickin'
Lil Rob, calm down, you too damn vicious
Ayy, you can't take the heat, then lil' bitch, get out the damn kitchen
Got a lot of shooters 'round the way that I just can't mention
Everywhere I'm rockin', It's a K, you know I ain't slippin
Why you rockin' with your brother pistol?
It ain't nothin' in it
These nigga swear to God they want some issues, they can't fuck with me
Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in
I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with
Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback
Fuck around, I'll turn this nigga to a hashtag
I got my choppa in the party, better back back
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
Woo, I feel like Ric Flair
Just popped a molly, on my mama, it can go there
Hundred shooters came in this party, it ain't no fear?
Feelin' like the big bad wolf, I'll blow here
Me and Mad Max the same nigga, we be both trippin'
Hit the scene with two Glocks and I leave with 'em both empty
I never miss a shot, get up close when I'm on niggas
Told my shooter leave it home, but it's still on the road with us
And it's still up in the trunk, just in case they get close
Shoot him in his face how that casket get closed
Double right back, hit the candles, I'm cold
It's a war goin' on outside, you at home
Who you think a real nigga? Me and Rob Vicious
I just popped another molly, now my trigger finger itchin'
Hundred shooters int his party, please don't get to trippin'
Don't say nothin' on that phone, 'cause I know the feds listenin'
Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in
I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with
Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback
Fuck around, I'll turn this nigga to a hashtag
Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
(What?)
Ayy
(I think the feds is listenin')
Ayy, I think the feds listenin'
I told bro to slow it down-
Ayy, you ain't heard about Robby, nigga
Shot his own shit
Pussy nigga talkin crazy, he was tore up from the floor up
I got Henny in my system, bitch, I been quit drinkin' pour up
One of the most vicious niggas that you know of
Ayy, shout out my lil nigga, he done pulled up, shot the store up
And bro just hit a opp, bro that's what's up, we 'bout to go up
I put that shit on Jesus, put that shit on Jesus Christ
Got all these dirty guns around me, nigga barely sleep at night
We catch a play to rob a nigga around this bitch to eat at night
That pussy nigga talkin' left, that choppa stick gon' lead 'em right
Them niggas from the other side is only mad when they can't hear the pipe
Tell that thirsty, dusty, pillow-talkin' bitch go get a life (Ayy)
Shh, ayy, I think the feds listenin'
I told bro to slow it down, I think the meds kickin'
Lil Rob, calm down, you too damn vicious
Ayy, you can't take the heat, then lil' bitch, get out the damn kitchen
Got a lot of shooters 'round the way that I just can't mention
Everywhere I'm rockin', It's a K, you know I ain't slippin
Why you rockin' with your brother pistol?
It ain't nothin' in it
These nigga swear to God they want some issues, they can't fuck with me
Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in
I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with
Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback
Fuck around, I'll turn this nigga to a hashtag
I got my choppa in the party, better back back
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
Woo, I feel like Ric Flair
Just popped a molly, on my mama, it can go there
Hundred shooters came in this party, it ain't no fear?
Feelin' like the big bad wolf, I'll blow here
Me and Mad Max the same nigga, we be both trippin'
Hit the scene with two Glocks and I leave with 'em both empty
I never miss a shot, get up close when I'm on niggas
Told my shooter leave it home, but it's still on the road with us
And it's still up in the trunk, just in case they get close
Shoot him in his face how that casket get closed
Double right back, hit the candles, I'm cold
It's a war goin' on outside, you at home
Who you think a real nigga? Me and Rob Vicious
I just popped another molly, now my trigger finger itchin'
Hundred shooters int his party, please don't get to trippin'
Don't say nothin' on that phone, 'cause I know the feds listenin'
Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in
I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with
Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback
Fuck around, I'll turn this nigga to a hashtag
Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back
Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max
