Late AM - Mad Maxxx Lyrics

I do this shit for my people (yeah)
I do this shit for my kinfolk (yeah)
I do this shit for the triple 4
My homies they real niggas like me
I tryna' be a god in my city bitch don't kill my vibe

Get the f*ck outta my face pussy ass nigga
You ain't really bout' this f*cking shit
You a lame ass nigga (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
You know it (yeah)
You know, if you don't better motherf*cking know

F*cked up how y'all motherf*cking niggas
Acting fake tryna' play dumb nigga full of lies (yeah)
Better get out of the way you ain't straight
Better lay low got the draco wanna die (yeah)
Really wanna make your momma cry (yeah)
Cause' you know a nigga f*cking mad (yeah)
Nigga I'll make you see the light (yeah)
Now you mad

Mad Max, Xanax, bitches with them fat ass
Mad Max, Xanax, bitches with them fat ass
Mad Max, Xanax I got bitches with them fat ass
Dumb niggas think they savage as f*ck but they bout' to go down
Got the whole f*cking mob with me (with me)

So love to the mob
Running onto me is like Running out of f*cking luck (out of luck)
Tryna' improve my best
You should know a nigga's 2-0 With the glock
Twelve motherf*cking know me for my mugshot
Yeah I'm f*cked up swerving in the drop top
Keep it on the low you know I'm always glocked up
You a f*ckboy I'm a f*cking blockboy (yeah)

So love to the mob
Running onto me is like unning out of f*cking luck (out of luck)
Tryna' improve my best you should know a nigga's 2-0 with the glock
Twelve motherf*cking know me for my mugshot
Yeah I'm f*cked up swerving in the drop top
Keep it on the low you know I'm always glocked up
You a f*ckboy I'm a f*cking blockboy (yeah)

So tell me what you needin'
I think I got what you needin'
Wipe your f*cking nose that shit's f*cking bleeding
Slow the pace (yeah)
You MIA (yeah)
I'm feeling great (yeah)
It's Late AM (yeah)
Yeah I'm a

Trouble boy with some cash whippin' nigga
I've been moving f*cking haze (yeah)
Living for the gang young Henry Hill I'm talking Liotta in the game (yeah)
I'm wearing blue but f*ck twelve (yeah)
And if they catch me f*ck the race (yeah)
Imma blast, imma blaze em' then I skrt (skrrrt)

Cause' I'm cruising down the street whole f*cking squad
This city kings I'm with the mob shit's going down
Feeling like Brady when I throw them f*cking gang signs
Yeah my niggas wild get the gat
Shoot it cause' they f*cking mad

Mad Max, Xanax, bitches with them fat ass
Mad Max, Xanax, bitches with them fat ass
Mad Max, Xanax I got bitches with them fat ass
Dumb niggas think they savage as f*ck but they bout' to go down
Got the whole f*cking mob with me (with me)

So love to the mob
Running onto me is like running out of f*cking luck (out of luck)
Tryna' improve my best you should know a nigga's 2-0 with the glock
Twelve motherf*cking know me for my mugshot
Yeah I'm f*cked up swerving in the drop top
Keep it on the low you know I'm always glocked up
You a f*ckboy I'm a f*cking blockboy (yeah)

So love to the mob
Running onto me is like running out of f*cking luck (out of luck)
Tryna' improve my best you should know a nigga's 2-0 with the glock
Twelve motherf*cking know me for my mugshot
Yeah I'm f*cked up swerving in the drop top
Keep it on the low you know I'm always glocked up
You a f*ckboy I'm a f*cking blockboy (yeah)