They Mad At Me

[Intro: Max B]
Lil' boss player shit
Max Biggavel, Dame Grease, Mak Mustard
Gotta love this shit here yeah man
So classical
It's a lot of hateful energy going on in the game right now but you know
We goin' just keep it goin'
Do what you do Boss Biggavel, talk to the game
Uhh, chyeah

[Verse 1: Max B]
Damn I met this bitch so thick (I think)
I think she chug the whole damn fifth (Greedy)
Not considered a trick but tip
Fuck it, let's drag 'em down to the mall
Then we guaranteed to him 'em with the dick (Guaranteed)
Got these niggas talking shit
Steady hollin' off the bitch
If it don't make dollars, it makes cents
Fuck it might as well kick it to the curb (Fuck it)
These niggas just want attention
We drinking in the burbs
Got me whispering you love songs (Wooh)
She doing tricks with her tongue
She likes to lick the pee hole (Ee hole)
Mama head game called cerebral
Do the dick slow (Slow)
Or she ain't come to repo
She come and take the cock like a cop
Drink it all to the last drop
Baby hold the drugs
Her pussy hole is the stash box
This is it, this your last stop (Stop)
Fucking with me, you won't go far

[Chorus: Max B & Dame Grease]
I don't know why these niggas is mad at me (Mad at me)
300 your first week, my guy what a tragedy (Tragedy)
She gives me designer, and call me Your Majesty
Come on mami, I'm just tryna fuck (Shawty)

[Verse 2: Dame Grease]
Ahh, she must be use to all the cock in her life
She's a ready chick
You know she can handle it (Handle it, handle it)
I heard she could puff a whole key (Uh)
A mini Glock 9 and a quarter B is how it be (Sour)
She's a hung high roller chick
Some of y'all have heard of her but none of y'all can get with her (Get with her, uh uh)
Unless you got 50 grand
The bitch got a master plan, and I'm what she want fam'
So I drink a lot of [?] from actors to ball players, rappers to boxers, hustlers to shotters
The bitch went national, she blew wavy Crada
Bitch blew the whole team in back of the Impala
Baby girl just so hot
Come and drop some money shots
Bitch bring your fend over
Bend your damn back over (Uh)
Now shawty got a fat ass (Uhh)
I'm about to get your rap back

[Chorus: Max B]
I don't know why these niggas is mad at me (Mad at me)
300 your first week, my guy what a tragedy (Tragedy)
She gives me massages and call me Your Majesty (Your Majesty)
Come on mami, I'm just tryna fuck

[Verse 3: Mak Mustard]
Step in the club with more than a two step
Two texts and I'm goin' leave more than a few wet
If you step or even leave a scuff on my Air Maxs
All you niggas goin' have to cut off Airmac
I don't give a fuck who heard or head at
Take it in the truck and share that
Caught me with a Smut in the cut tryna fuck, I'll wear that
She don't give a fuck
She ain't holding a tear back
Leave the bitch alone
Stop hittin' up my phone
And think next time when give the bitch a home
Imma' give the bitch the bone and hit the fucking door
I fucked a bitch before, bumping American whore
The bitch fuckin' us all
She be beggin' for more
Bitch is hot in her drawers
I won't stop her at all
She love cock in her jaws
You do a lot for this whore
Stop it and let her get it poppin'

[Chorus: Max B]
I don't know why these niggas is mad at me (Mad at me)
300 your first week, my guy what a tragedy (Tragedy)
She gives me massages and call me Your Majesty (Your Majesty)
Come on mami, I'm just tryna fuck