This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack
I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap
Hoe, bitch why you fronting? you ain't come up, so why you showing up?
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
The other was you being a stocky hoe,
A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad
Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match
Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/
Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick
Fuck off bro just clean your mirror hoe , yo i'm rapping with a golden mic
Shades: lv was a little dough
You fuck around and get killed hoe
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