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wawg max - upset #freemax lyrics

[intro]
dirty, we be ’bout to be wrist bangin’ (bangin’)
it’s max, n+gga, what? what? what? what?

[verse 1]
this sh+t ain’t over, screamin’, “f+ck the opps,” tryna catch ’em out
we been at corner, a+max, but i got my arp, we left its bolt all open
covid hit so many times, but he ain’t die, i’m still gon’ smoke him
bk2, i hate they ass, them n+ggas are f+ckin’ dead walkin’
once i put out a van, i’m gettin’ my mans and leavin’ his head open
arp sound like a band, i’m hittin’ that b+tch ’til it cl!ck and i stand over
game over, once i put that flame on him, bro don’t got his side of glocks
we jumpin’ out the range rover, tryna make his body lock up
blow that chopper, stayin’ on me

[verse 2]
dreadhead like i’m a rasta, k!llin’ for my dead homies
f+ck, n+gga, make my chopper bust quicker
get that drop, i’m pullin’ up, don’t give no f+cks, we rush n+ggas
free my air out of that slammer be my toolie, we torch n+ggas
in bk, forever opp, it’s time i tour with the city
keep offendin’ in the off, sh+t, tryna do a b+tch like ricky
you get chased, don’t try to run, i’ll haul sh+t down like i was richard
richard sherman, in that rack, no questions asked, i keep my burner
you gettin’ turned into some zoe, smoke that man like every mornin’
f+ck the off, that sh+t on fire, i’ll catch yo’ ass and f+ck you over
[verse 3]
still in motion, just ain’t caught him yet, i promise, we gon’ smoke him
he keep runnin’ from that belt, i’m tryna beat his n+gga, korma
got some sh+t i’m dealin’ with myself, don’t tell me ’bout yo’ problems
gettin’ commas, tryna keep my money long like anacondas
f+ck this b+tch, big d+ck all in her, spun, ain’t wanna use no condoms
got some offs that’s learnin’ how to walk, still dealin’ with that trauma
felt that drac’, the only thing he seein’ was fire from that chopper
real r+t+rded, we post on that block, you come through, flip yo’ trousers
step on sh+t, like stunin’ yo’ b+tch ass, my mama, i been up on him

[verse 4]
n+ggas ain’t never watch sh+t die, his head had dropped
layed on that steerin’ wheel
these n+ggas be out here flaggin’, never slid
ain’t never caught a k!ll
mix all up that bottle sh+t to sleep, just like some benadryl (boy)
we’s hop out the v, we out on feet, lil’ b+tch, we lit a drill
told him, “take these shots,” the afterlife is where we sit his ass
i told him, “get in this duff,” this stupid b+tch end up in a body bag
n+gga

- wawg max lyrics

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