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max thademon - 4 quarters كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ace bankz on the track

[chorus]
k!llers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so i know feds tryna get to us
all of these drugs we gon’ stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up
f-ck you got weapons for? i got a chop that’s gon lean to me, stumble and fall over
i’m on the court no -ssist so i move like i’m kobe i’m ballin’ through four quarters

[verse 1]
or maybe i move like i’m jordan if you on the court you get one like it’s four quarters
if you owe me money then you owe your life, picture frame have him livin’ in four borders
on the news leave his face on the tv, if you want smoke jump outside and come see me
i’m on my port like i’m cp, talkin’ bout scorin’ you scorin’ the dealy
that is not nothin’ to brag about, cause i’m scorin’ on big homies
always talk on your lives when you posted with gang, so i walk with my stick on me
30 opps 60 shots do the math everyone catchin’ two, if i miss bring the whole army
all these shots be headshots like i’m playin’ black ops, chop his face have him look like a dead zombie
have him look like a dead zombie
have his brain on the ground, there’s no fiction, it’s dead body
if he runnin’ we dead shot him
they don’t know that he’s gone but they prayin the meds got him
how could the meds try to save that boy, i will not play with boy, see me and got low
bet i spot him, i got him, my triggers start flockin’ the sh-ll knock the meat out his taco
they call me the demon, but i’m playin’ cool, every b-tch want a ring on it
she lay me, get wetter then pools, come show what you do took my d-ck and go sing on it
if she bring her friends then i’m bringing the gang, they gon’ slide i don’t gotta ask
if i slide then i got it, the shots you can’t block it. religion is drillin’, don’t got a mask

[chorus]
k!llers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so i know feds tryna get to us
all of these drugs we gon’ stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up
f-ck you got weapons for? i got a chop that’s gon’ lean to me, stumble and fall over
i’m on the court no -ssist so i move like i’m kobe i’m ballin’ through four quarters

[verse 2]
i don’t got it, then brody stop poppin’, if demons around then i know there’s some bodybags
all this drillin’ non stoppin’ don’t ask for a treaty, i’m always lurkin’ don’t gotta ask
wanna ball? then come guard up
i don’t need a battery i’m always charged up
if you freeze you get murked up
you get caught at the light then your cars stayin’ parked up
they all talk, but they know the way max got, rap it, i trap. you still post on my back blocks
double fifties, a hunnids, my bag always comin’ and i’ma slide off to my stash spot
i was there, but they raided my last spot, took all the work. started from nothing my pockets hurt
now i’m up really up, and i really don’t gotta work. but i’m still stackin’ and trappin’ work
i see how they look, wanna be me. you’re for these drugs but i’m persian look creepy
why do your b-tch wanna meet me, ’cause you’re a goof, you want time with a demon
she wanna spend time with me when you keep buggin’ her, i do not want any love from her
just straight to the room, and then i’ma get up in her. phone on the moon ain’t no buggin’ her
do not disturb was my last bop, king of my town where the f-ck is my crown at
if he droppin’ addys on live, i’ma slide with the guys that’s where bodies get found at
f-ck a 30 or 40, got 50s and 60s, we give ’em like 70 down bad
we got bread like the 80’s i ran up a 90 pack, under my bed is some black bags

[chorus]
k!llers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so i know feds tryna get to us
all of these drugs we gon’ stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up
f-ck you got weapons for? i got a chop that’s gon’ lean to me, stumble and fall over
i’m on the court no -ssist so i move like i’m kobe i’m ballin’ through four quarters

k!llers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so i know feds tryna get to us
all of these drugs we gon’ stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up
f-ck you got weapons for? i got a chop that’s gon’ lean to me, stumble and fall over
i’m on the court no -ssist so i move like i’m kobe i’m ballin’ through four quarters

[outro]
that’s what the f-ck i’m talking about n-gg-
i wanna hear you rappin’ on f-ckin’ beats like this
know what i’m sayin, i know you f-ck with the drill sh-t and all that, know what i’m saying, but this sh-t right here? this sh-t hard n-gg-
dead-ss, dead-ss. trap. you already know n-gg-
keep doing what you’re doing n-gg-
proud of you n-gg-, for real

- max thademon

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