Eli Fross ft. Lil Zay Osama - Mad Max Lyrics

Hahaha
Fross
(It's Great John beats, baby)
Movie bitch
For the opposition, I make movie clips
Goofy bitch
Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit
Loot his shit
Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit
Huh, look

Movie bitch
For the opposition, I make movie clips (yeah)
Goofy bitch
Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (grrt, baow)
Loot his shit
Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit
Suckin' dick
It's the only way she know how to use her lips
Bag life
If she actin' up, she get that act right (huh)
Fast cars
Should be keepin' up with my fast life (skrrt)
Gang shit
Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang shit (yeah)
Range bitch
Let that nigga run, know my aim lit

Uh, uh, know we killin' shit
Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh, know we killin' shit (fo'nem, fo'nem droppin' shit, nigga)
Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit (ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit (gang)
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (gang, gang, gang, ayy)

Where I'm from these shorties catch a murder, 'fore they get a bag
Here we post the opps, lil' fo'nem call me, I say, "Kill his ass"
Then he get caught with a opp, smoke him, shouldn't've been with his ass
Catch a nigga lost for drillin' with it, or without a mask
Spin a opp shit back to back
Switches, fifties, catchin' tracks
I got Will, ain't gettin' him back
Fo'nem took your pole, nigga, you ain't gettin' it back
I can't wife a ho, she doin' gang and 'em
Lil' deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem
We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em
R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same 'nem
Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fucked his main bitch
And all of my opps some goofies
(Fuck you and your gang bitch)

Yeah, you tweakin' bro
Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho
Bitches, yeah, they love me like I'm cupid, they some freaky hoes
We don't do no fightin', we be shootin', we deletin'
Blow that trigger when I'm squeezin'
All these bullets stop that breathin' though (up it)
We don't keep the score (uh, uh)
We just keep on scorin' 'til there ain't no more (bitch)
White chalk on the floor
I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (bitch)
Ruger clips
Talkin' out your mouth, you know we boomin' shit (yeah)
Who is this?
He ain't from my sides, yeah, we poof his shit (yeah, yeah)
Shootin' shit
All my niggas up it like we hoopin', bitch (ha)
You ain't tryna fuck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris
Triflin', and you know I fucked that bitch and now you wifin' it
That's the same pussy you be lickin', and I'm pipin' it
Fuckin' hoes
We be fuck buddies, never wifin' it
And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin' it

Uh, uh, know we killin' shit
Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit
Uh, uh, know we killin' shit
Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit
Uh, uh, brodie split his shit
Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit