Mad Max

[Chorus: Saint Laurent Sour] (x2)
Lemme know what the difference is
Bullets start ripping shit, be like some (?)
Babygirl I could coach you
Kick me the welly and social
Bend the block like I’m Mad Max
I pay my ooters thru Cash App
Bend the block like I’m Mad Max
Kick in the door, where the stash at?

[Verse 1: Balenci]
My ooters they spinning shit
No they ain’t missing shit
That’s what they won’t do
I don’t wanna know you
Kick me the touchy and social
Call Ro to come smoke you
You can get spliffed with your bro too
They said they gon’ zoe you
They went from Garvey to global
And Thotty masked up for a portion
In and out the bank often
His mother gon’ shop for a coffin
Don’t make me find out that boy Flossin’
The opps linked up on some soft shit
Kick works, step in my office
Now watch that, turn into Mad Max
All black straps in the backpack
She know the fast fact
She gon’ walk in the spot if I slap that
GT’s and cabs where they lack at
Turn a next opp to a hashtag
I’m in the Line where Spazz at
I’m with a Crip with a black flag
V12 no you can’t match that
Dig on the jakes can’t catch that
Babygirl flashback

[Chorus] (x2)
Lemme know what the difference is
Bullets start ripping shit, be like some (?)
Babygirl I could coach you
Kick me the welly and social
Bend the block like I’m Mad Max
I pay my ooters thru Cash App
Bend the block like I’m Mad Max
Kick in the door, where the stash at?

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
Me and Sour like Biggs and I’m Mad Max
Spin the opps, doing drills in a dad hat
Bitch we tote hella knocks but don’t flash that
Bad Woo lil bitch and her ass fat
Took her home, she was throwing the rakes up
If Rozay wit’ me, you know a K tucked
Chris Elite in the cut let that thang bust
You ain’t never did shit, how you dangerous?
Flicker hot might just floxk at the 10 too
Spinning whips we put holes in his rental
I don’t got it, we punch at his dental
Hollow tips prolly fuck up his mental
Better go grab a gun, get on dog time
Know I rap but my Gz is on war time
We gon’ spin from the Ville to the Floss sides
Screaming “Woo”, he Woo back then it’s more crime, we committing
Father God please forgive us for sinning
I know these niggas hate that we winning
If he dropping the rakes he a victim
We pull up and put holes in his fitted