(Couture) What do you say we ride on these bitch niggas real quick?
Let's get 'em
[Max: B]
AMG is the new A-team
Ain't no more fucking gang green
Free shows, cheap clothes
Field nigga for real, spiritual negro
Hit the button, I can open your best bitch, yeah
Eat cockroaches for breakfast
Sirloin in '87, we order out, yeah
Steak sauce on the Porterhouse
Hit a swig, hundred thou' on the gig
Runnin' round in the crib, mama proud of the kids, come on
Never got straight A's but made M's
Locked in the state pen, never made friends (Never)
Six-seater, quarter million the bigger feature
Fuck a battle, give a nigga the millimeter, yeah
I give a nigga what he need
Love thy neighbor, pray for my enemies
They watch with binocular, say cheese
I ain't tryna be popular, say please
I average thirty a game in a breeze
Three-piece suits up, no more state greens (Aw)
[Max B]
Clear the scene, had to let off a few shots
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
Christian Louboutin in the new drop, yeah
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
I forgot to bring the baby a juice box
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
Three bitches at one time, two shots
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
[Jadakiss]
Dudes with the power come through and devour (Yeah)
And all it was on was Grand Cru and sour (That's it)
Jewels in the outfits up in the hundred thousands (Me)
With money that they made from standin' in front of housin'
Hand-in-hand or either off the phone
Fingerprints off the chrome, then off your dome (Off)
They just need to know that you ain't with me (Uh)
In the era of the haze, how he move that piff, B? (How)
When I'm comin' down 8th in that new 850 (Gang)
All cocaine white don't smell me, sniff me
Brokered the deal got a boss percentage (Boss)
Used to sell bricks and live off the interest (Yes)
Made a lot of money, but I lost some friendships (Uh huh)
Discontinued, my cloth is vintage (Cloth), yeah
Bags is larger (Yeah), fuck you thought, B?
Extra wavy, real New Yorky, what?
[Max B]
Clear the scene, had to let off a few shots
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
Christian Louboutin in the new drop, yeah
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
I forgot to bring the baby a juice box
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
Three bitches at one time, two shots
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac (Yeah)
[ Max B]
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac
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