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itsmanman - mad max lyrics

[intro]
ayy

[chorus]
i ain’t finna box, n_gga, this ain’t fed_ex
i ain’t worried ’bout that b_tch, she just a mad ex
my aim is impeccable, i’m aimin’ for his head next
ak on my back with double straps, i look like mad max, hm

[verse]
talkin’ to my shooter, he from baghdad
you went from a thug n_gga to a hashtag
beat his ass, then cut his body up, he in a trash bag
thick b_tch, and her head fly, she got me jet lagged
ooh, how the f_ck i’m still alive and i ain’t got no heart?
how you n_ggas got some heaters and don’t never spark?
man, these n_ggas swear they demons, never in the dark
sn_tch a n_gga chain, look like my lawnmower won’t never start
you like captain save_a_ho, shoutout e_40
i won’t ever save these hoes, i’m from detroit
makin’ money, but i cannot stop until i see more
b_tch, get away from me, i’m blowin’ up just like some c_4
mm, these ain’t blood on my shoes, these some louboutins
bullets penetrate a n_gga with no lubricant
i’m like who and he like, “who is you?” b_tch, i’m a hooligan
get out the way, i’m finna roll out, b_tch, i feel like ludacris like hook
just like that thing that hang off your jacket, b_tch, i’m hood
ain’t never need my pops to check up on me, boy, i’m good
they like, “why your shoes dirty?” ’cause i got it out the mud
bro got 40, i got forty_two on me, i feel like dugg
put him on a tee, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout grizzley
they wishin’ death upon me, a n_gga feel like 50
an f&n [?] in a f_150
chest shots, hollow ate his kidneys
hm, i ain’t got a soul, so i ain’t trippin’ on no [?]
them n_ggas took your poles, so how you call yourself a thug?
you sold your mans a pen and now you say you sellin’ drugs?
n_gga said it’s on the floor, i got him wrapped up in a rug
jumpin’ who? reach in my shoe, i’ll stab n_ggas
you got a rollie, i got heart, b_tch, i brag different
nike duffel, gucci luggage, b_tch, my bag better
you was just with him, doin’ all that dissin’, now your mans missin’
tryna put my n_ggas on, i wanna eat with ’em
you treat your n_ggas like your rivals, why compete with ’em?
you came in without a wrist, i’m tryna teach n_ggas
you not in the streets, just on the streets, boy, go get deep in ’em
n_ggas dyin’ every day, this sh_t ain’t nothin’ new
load the chop and put that b_tch right in front of you
i want some twins, tell them lil’ hoes to come in twos
b_tch, i’ve been the stepper, i ain’t never wore no runnin’ shoes
they was sleepin’ on the kid, tell ’em, “wake up”
n_gga, put that phone down, pick some pape’ up
have you ever seen a n_gga have his drac’ tucked?
ar with the blade, f_ck around and get your face cut
[chorus]
i ain’t finna box, n_gga, this ain’t fed_ex
i ain’t worried ’bout that b_tch, she just a mad ex
my aim is impeccable, i’m aimin’ for his head next
ak on my back with double straps, i look like mad max, hm

[outro]
i ain’t finna box, n_gga, this ain’t fed_ex
i ain’t worried ’bout that b_tch, she just a mad ex
my aim is impeccable, i’m aimin’ for his head next
ak on my back with double straps, i look like mad max, hm
talkin’ to my shooter, he from baghdad
you went from a thug n_gga to a hashtag
beat his ass, then cut his body up, he in a trash bag
thick b_tch, and her head fly, she got me jet lagged

- itsmanman lyrics

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