wawg max - bucket (feat. tayrakks) lyrics
[intro: wawg max & tayrakks]
yeah
wawg
wawg
it’s max, n+gga (wawg, wawg)
hm, hm
ready, tayrakks
yeah, yeah (that dumb h+sh+t, n+gga)
wawg
[verse 1: wawg max]
go hit for a’ strike, we tryna bail out our losses
if ever we lurkin’ at night
still a drill in the day, hit that boy with the belt like his mom
know if we catch ’em, we k!llin’ em
asked to be spittin’ on sh+t, b+tch, i’m ready for drone
n+ggas don’t really be hearing me
’til i swing through, and they ask me, that draco get louder
know he a b+tch, man, this n+gga a coward
sit on his ass ’til he come out the house
put the drac’ to his mouth, i’ve been waiting for hours
n+ggas ain’t shooting their gun
i’ma empty the drone, like his nose like he sniffing that powder
pop my sh+t in the air
when i need a lil’ break, i go f+ck on my lil’ ho in brower
[verse 2: tayrakks & wawg max]
n+ggas ain’t spinnin’ this way
he’s out with his drac’, he could smoke, light that n+gga for power
before we kick that trill, i have my n+ggas layin’ out here for hours
f+ck n+gga talk but he ain’t get back
f+cked up his face like he ate something sour
or go against max, you get turned to a bap
know i be smokin’ on deaf
block destroyed when a draco and through, her name blat
make a n+gga throw his flag like a ref
[verse 3: tayrakks & wawg max]
hands in the air, glock four+five with a 30
make a n+gga step back, like still (back, like still)
pop like 12, those run back in the v’ (pop like 12)
make sure a n+gga meet their death (in the head)
hot like h+ll, jump fire with the red beams
so the opp n+gga in there chill (in their chill)
max say chill, but i try ‘n’ smoke my opps (yeah)
if it’s up, then they start stayin’ still
huh, f+ck it, i’m tryna score me a bucket
catch me an opp on blessings
slide in tha v so i’m backin’ the boss like nothing
if he died, then that’s end of discussion
get smooshed like a m+ffin, jump out the air
so rt, me and bro start cl!ckin’ them b+ttons (rt)
[verse 3: tayrakks]
huh, yeah, f+ck n+gga thought it was bluff
max in the back of the scat, out passengers side
hanging out, tryna let the b+tch stutter
n+ggas be capping ’bout bodies they never even caught any ’em
don’t put me foot, n+gga, huh
n+gga be dissing the gang, but never pop out
but it’s cool ’cause we smoking yo’ brother
up in the choppa, like f+ck it
n+gga was feeling too lucky, he left with no scr+p
that n+gga got hit while he running
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