Only The Family, Lil Durk ● Mad Max

[Intro]
I got Hitman on the beat

[Verse 1: Future]
Spin on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots out through your car, he think he Stephen Curry
I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink...⇣ More

[Intro]
I got Hitman on the beat

[Verse 1: Future]
Spin on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots out through your car, he think he Stephen Curry
I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirty
I'm gettin' more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken service
And I brought the strippers to the studio, just give me service
I'ma put my trust inside this toolie, hoe got set to thirty
Sit with my demons every day, these niggas good at murkin'
Drop in a ticket the other day, they tryna play with Shmurk
Ain't be cool with niggas, I can't vouch for niggas, how they move
You like Ruth Chris, have my shooter turn you to some food
I'm in the 'Cat, I'm in the trenches, I'm with the demons, I'm in the zoo
I'm bringin' out the rest, I'm the one buyin' the chain, cost a coupe
I bought five hotel rooms to put my clothes up from the mall
Niggas turn to raccoons and we crush 'em like a car
My young bitch better take a charge, fuck another broad
It ain't no R.I.C.O. case gon' stop another body from droppin'
How many body niggas died? How many got?




[Chorus: Future & Lil Durk]
Mad Max (Max, Max), Mad Max (Run up on nigga like)
Mad Max (And get down like), Mad Max (On his ass)
Mad Max (We kick up), Mad Max

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I got my stick out, leavin' the bitch out, tell bro ETA to my slot
I could've been part of that R.I.C.O, called Thugger, told 'em every nigga I shot
Whenever there's war, you never see man, you gotta get everybody he got
Take off a ski mask, prayin' on the phone with the E Man to get close to Allah
Failed my driver test, popped out in the middle of the street, ain't park the car
Had to rob a nigga, I know he changed the bag and said it's ours
Every nigga 'round me had died, I paid the bills off for their momma
Grabbed the Cannon, grabbed the Uzi, spin that bitch like DJ Drama
I don't commit no crimes, say my name on bars, that meant they dyin'
I'm too trench, you can't claim that body, I'm never admiting to slide
I never blackball none of you bitch ass niggas, know rappers ain't doin' no crime
I'm The Voice, I got choice to let you live or get you slimed
I spent a hundred at [?] (Let's go)
On Pat I'ma get in my weapon (Let's go)
He can have that nigga, expensive (Let's go)
Big threat, I'm dyin' to get you (Let's go)
That swish shit bound to get you (Grrah)
Free Mac, we flyin' to get you (Grrah)
One nigga ain't die, he cripple (Let's get it)
You ain't know he's gon' get you, get you (Let's get it)
He ain't keep his pistol, pistol
Harlem Shake when they hit you, hit you

[Chorus: Future & Lil Durk]

Mad Max (Max, Max), Mad Max (Let's get it)
Mad Max (Run up on 'em like), Mad Max (Kill his ass like)
Mad Max (Hold 'em down like), Mad Max (Keep a gun like)

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