Max Stats

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, talking so much, uh, uh

[Verse]
Talking so much shit I need a motherfuckin' toothpick (Yeah)
I just smoked a 'Wood, look like a motherfuckin' broomstick (Damn)
Money on the floor but he ain't get it, I was too quick (Slow)
Michael Jordan pockets, I got Carolina blue strips (Damn)
We gon' put him on the benches like he threw picks (What?)
I just paid the same price of Glock for some new Ricks (Rick Owens)
That bitch a clown, I done seen her pull a few tricks (Ha)
Boy, you smoking midget, checked the bag and it was 2'6" (Damn, that shit little)
Have motion, I was 6'2" at sixteen (Swear to God)
I ain't make a song but I knew I would make the big screen (I already knеw)
I'ma do a show and I'ma make your bitch scream
Super geekеd but I be smoking exotic, I don't sip lean (Smoke weed)
Saks Fifth Avenue, baby, I don't ship [sheen?] (Hell nah)
Want your bitch, I steal her like I'm playing for the pip team
How the fuck I'm riding dirty but the fit clean? (How the hell?)
Knowing she a slut, so how the fuck you call a bitch queen? (You crazy)
Call her queen, she a legend in the backseat (Ha)
He can't run it up, his parents blessed him with some bad feet (Goddamn)
Gotta rock the ice 'cause it was days when we ain't have heat (Swear to God)
Gotta keep a gun, 'cause back in school you got your ass beat (Boy, you pussy)
I don't even like to talk, let the cash speak (Yup)
Plug fuck with me, grab five and he gon' add three (Fuck with me)
I be smoking wave pack like I'm Max B (Max B)
I been chasing chicken, eating chicken, I'm in Zaxby's
Your bitch like a [?] she a champ with the tag team (Goddamn)
Tryna take a picture, I'ma leave her with a black screen (Hell nah)
Sike, I'ma leave her with a broke phone (Yeah)
"White Iverson" in real life, I'm the post song (White Iverson)
I know I'm white but I don't listen to Post Malone (No)
2040, you don't stand a chance, we go home for home (You don't stand a chance)
2030, you don't stand a chance, we go hit for hit
2023, I got the 'za, let's go hit for hit (Let's do it)
Boy, you thirty-three, ain't got a hit, you need a job, sorry
I just met a plug who drive a Uber, look like Bob Marley (Ha)
All black Rick I'm looking like I work at O'Charley (All black)
Old plug saw that I got signed and said I'm so gnarly
Jeff Hardy, I can really make the bag flip
Told my bitch to hush it, I don't wanna hear no back lip (Shh)
Luh Tyler on the beat, I hit a backflip
Said he got exotic, that shit lookin' like some catnip (Man, what?)
Shoes black and my bitch brown, I love the black cat
Body skinny but she already know I got a fat bag (Big bag)
Shit talking, fuck around and call the track crap (Shit talking)
They could put some tape up on my spine, I'm bringing rap back (Bring it back)
Hundreds come in blues but the .40 come in matte black
Last name White 'cause all that cracker know is stack Saks (White)
You in the fit, you already know I'm 'bout to tax racks
Shit, the way I'm balling in this bitch, I'm having max stats (Damn)

[Outro]
Huh, I'm havin', huh
Shit, the way I'm balling in this bitch, I'm having, huh, yeah
I'm a ninety-nine overall, huh