Eli Fross - Mad Max lyrics

[Intro: Eli Fross] Hahaha Fross (It's Great John beats, baby) Movie b*tch For the opposition, I make movie clips Goofy b*tch ni**a done got shot up for that goofy sh*t Loot his sh*t Heard of some new dealers, so we took his sh*t Huh, look [Verse 1: Eli Fross] Movie b*tch For the opposition, I make movie clips (Yeah) Goofy b*tch ni**a done got shot up for that goofy sh*t (Grrrt, bow) Loot his sh*t Heard of some new dealers, so we took his sh*t su*kin' 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 sh*t Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang sh*t (Yeah) Range b*tch Let that ni**a run, know my aim lit [Bridge: Eli Fross & Lil Zay Osama] Uh, uh, know we killin' sh*t Uh, uh, know we drillin' sh*t Uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t Uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t (Ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, know we killin' sh*t (Fo'nem, fo'nem droppin' sh*t, ni**a) Uh, uh, know we drillin' sh*t (Ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t (Gang) Uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t (Gang, gang, gang, ayy) [Verse 2: Lil Zay Osama] 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, smokin' cinnabin with his ass Catch a ni**a lost for drillin' with it, or without a mask Spin a opp sh*t back to back Switches, fifties, catchin' tracks I got Will, ain't gettin' him back Fo'nem took your opponent and you ain't gettin' it back I can't wife a ho, she doin' gang and 'em Lil' Deuce up the score, b*tch that's for gangnem We don't do no drivebys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em R.I.P. Jmoney, ni**a I can't fu*k the same nem Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fu*ked his main b*tch And all of my opps some goofies (fu*k you and your gang b*tch) [Verse 3: Eli Fross] Yeah, you tweakin' bro Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho b*tches, 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 We don't keep the score We just keep on scorin' 'til there ain't no more (b*tch) White chalk on the floor I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (b*tch) Ruger clips Talkin' out your mouth, you know we boomin' sh*t (Yeah) Who is this? He ain't from my sides, yeah we poof his sh*t (Yeah, yeah) Shootin' sh*t All my ni**as up it like we hoopin', b*tch (Hah) You ain't tryna fu*k? Move b*tch, like I'm Ludacris Triflin', and you know I fu*ked that b*tch and now you wifin' it That's the same pussy you be lickin', and I'm pipin' it fu*kin' hoes We be fu*k buddies, never wifin' it And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin' it [Outro: Eli Fross] Uh, uh, know we killin' sh*t Uh, uh, know we drillin' sh*t Uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t Uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t Uh, uh, know we killin' sh*t Uh, uh, know we drillin' sh*t Uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t Uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t