Don’t Get Caught

[Intro:]
(Tag by Fish)
(If I)
(Yeah Yeah)

[Verse 1:]
If I see that little bitch
Yeah, I'm takin' his breath
Yeah, head up on the curb
And I'm breakin' his neck
Max Pain's got a fetish
Yeah, a fetish for death
Yeah he's cleanin out his closet
But there's bodies still left
Rip apart the city
And I'm on to the next
Yeah, all up in her guts
All she want is a text
Max Pain on the mic
All you see is a flex
Yeah your girl fall in love
And she stuck in a hex

[Chorus:]
(Yeah)
(Nah)
Spit in your mouth
After eating you out
I do it for clout
Yeah, Yeah
Pull up with Glocks
On your block
Snatch you like hawk
Yeah, Yeah
Money like Bezos
Gold be like queso
She give me face hoe
Yeah, Yeah
Money like Bezos
Gold be like queso
She give me face hoe
Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Swallow my nut
Like it's Boba Tea (Yuh)
Gargle that shit like Listerine (Yuh)
I am the best
Are you listening now?
Weapons on me
Are you frisking me now?
Wanna beat me
Are you kidding me now?
Me or him?
Stupid bitch
Rocking Walmart fits (Yuh)
I got designer kicks (Yuh)
Fuck him and you too
Your crew tote .22
Four Five on my life
Two Five on your life
Trap left to my mother
(Yeah)
Half left to my mother
(Yeah)
Word of mouth I'm living clever
(Ugh)