Mad Max (feat. Future)

(I got Hitman on the beat)

[Future]
Spin on the lo', go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots all 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 servings
And I brung the strippers to the studio, just give me 
service
I'ma put my trust inside this toolie, I'ma go 730
Stay with my demons every day, these niggas good at murkin'
Droppin' a ticket on 'em the day they tried to play with 
Shmurky
Can't be cool with niggas, I can't vouch for niggas, how 
they move
Do you like Ruth's 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 racks, I'm goin' buyin' a 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 RICO case gon' stop another body from droppin'
How many bodies niggas got? How many they got?

Mad Max, Max, Max, Mad Max (Run up on a nigga like)
Mad Max, Max, Max (Better get down like), Mad Max (On his 
ass)
Mad Max, Max, Max (We kick a nigga like), Mad Max (Man, 
what?)

I got my stick out, leavin' a bitch house, tell bro ETA to 
my slot (Let's get it)
I could've been part of that RICO, I called Thug and told 
him every nigga I shot (Slime)
Whenever it’s war, you never see main names, you gotta get 
everybody he got (Blah)
Take off a ski mask, pray on the phone with the imam to get
 close to Allah
Failed my driver test, pop out in the middle of the street,
 ain't park the car (Ain't park the car)
Had to rob a nigga I know, he changed the bag and said it's
 'za (Dope)
Every nigga 'round me had died, I paid the bills off for 
they mama (Go)
Grab the cannon, grab the Uzi, spin that bitch like DJ 
Drama
I don't be admittin' no crimes, sayin' my names on blogs, 
the minute they dyin' (Let's go)
I'm too trench, you can claim that body, I'm never 
admittin' to slidin' (Lame ass)
I'll never blackball none of y'all bitch-ass niggas, them 
rappers ain't doin' no crime
I'm The Voice, I got choice to let you live or get you 
slimed (Man, what?)
I spent a hundred at Western (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 and 'em dyin' to get you (Let's go)
That switch shit bound to get you (Grrah, let's go)
Free Mac, we flyin' to get you (Grrah)
One nigga ain't die, he crippled (Let's get it)
You ain't know we was gon' get you, did you? (Let's get it)
He ain't keep his pistol, pistol
Harlem Shake when they hit you, hit you

Mad Max, Max, Max (Let's go), Mad Max (Let's go)
Mad Max, Max, Max (Run up on 'em like), Mad Max (Kill his 
ass like)
Mad Max, Max, Max (Hunt him down like), Mad Max (Keep a gun
 like)