Mad Max Mode - Sybyr

Приколдес! Она кидает мне Backwood 23:44 на часах это mad mode Карета скорой помощи, торчи, у них dad bod Мне позвонят когда контракт уже будет готов Я на руки надел - это Болид это bando Недели до бита Я владею всем рэпом Манили три кита, управляю калибром Скидоны для тебя, сахара на авито Как баскетбольный царь Три подруги за бренды Барыги, с ними я, мы считаем проценты Кроссовки как Tarmak, укажи меня в титрах Биточки, в них главарь Они молят спасти рэп Так просят о пощаде, говорит их столица Мы прячем - никуда, спи спокойно полиция Я прямо ща из соло, слушай ты не достоин Выпивай солёный сахар, скушай автомат с кофе Ясно в небе и в ЛС, удалила все стори Ты спалилась ещё как, я не удалю сори Дрилловые пацаны знают тока задоры Мои Homie свобода на фристайл, бит Доры Голова зима мне холодно, но я хочу лето Чтобы басы на полную и включить Niletto Мне скажут что я позер, я спалю его Prada Эти злые языки, я послушаю брата Мне так кажется, потом, где-то лет через 40 Старомоден будет рэп, старомоден детроит Где сейчас я наливаю воду с градусом still Они подхватят, и все скажут Ты даёшь, это стиль! В неизведанной карьере ты зовёшь меня lil Но сушеную крутить не могут, я победил Не могу остановится, те просить бесполезно Окажите ваша честь, это будет полезно Первый раз, так не проблема, как по маслу, го в рек Ты подумал о другом, животное человек Такие мокрые уже кап-кап, это мой sound Спокойной ночи малыши Я говорю - это раунд!

Hahaha Fross(It's Great John beats, baby) Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Huh, look Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips (yeah) Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (Grrt, baow) Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Suckin' 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 shit Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang shit (yeah) Range bitch Let that nigga run, know my aim lit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, brodie split his shit Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, know we killin' shit (Fo'nem, fo'nem droppin' shit, nigga) Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, brodie split his shit (gang) Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (gang, gang, gang, ayy) 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, smoke him, Shouldn't've been with his ass Catch a nigga lost for drillin' with it, or without a mask Spin a opp shit back to back Switches, fifties, catchin' tracks I got Will, ain't gettin' him back Fo'nem took your pole, nigga, you ain't gettin' it back I can't wife a ho, she doin' gang and 'em Lil' deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same 'nem Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fucked his main bitch And all of my opps some goofies (Fuck you and your gang bitch) Yeah, you tweakin' bro Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho Bitches, 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 (up it) We don't keep the score (uh, uh) We just keep on scorin' 'til there ain't no more (bitch) White chalk on the floor I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (bitch) Ruger clips Talkin' out your mouth, you know we boomin' shit (yeah) Who is this? He ain't from my sides, yeah, we poof his shit (yeah, yeah) Shootin' shit All my niggas up it like we hoopin', bitch (ha) You ain't tryna fuck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris Triflin', and you know I fucked that bitch and now you wifin' it That's the same pussy you be lickin', and I'm pipin' it Fuckin' hoes We be fuck buddies, never wifin' it And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin' it Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit

Uh-huh You can turn, turn the headphones up though some more Like, leave my vocals like that, let's get it Yeah, ayy I need paper like I'm Hov, I need 30 before 30 Need mercy on my soul Made the 30-Under-30 (Forbes) I made a teardrop in my robes Came from shit, we came from hits I made it back, dirt on my clothes Now I'm here, 2018, shit was different, what a year 2019, it was tough, but I'm like, "Fuck it, it's in the rear" 2020, COVID hit and I'm just gettin' shit in gears I ain't even reach all my goals and I'm still shittin' on my peers I ain't even see my potential, I'm still tryna face my fears Feel that music in my heart soon as I hear it in my ears I don't wanna go and turn the clubs up, I handle biz Big bro told me not to grab the Maybach truck, pull up in his 2021 sedan, 200 grand, yeah, I did (four door) Said I wasn't gon' buy shit no more Really, that bih for my bro though Pullin' from me, what you put into me Won't get nothin', no more I can't go broke, that's a no-go Make that paper jump like pogo Only Trackhawk in LA this color, act like that's the low-low Still up in my shit, solo Pull up, shoot some shit from logo (brr) Tryna flex for likes, you in a strike or stupid, that's a store low Play with me, I'm seein' rojo Pussy, I'm in go-mode Ayy, can you stand the rain? (Can you stand the rain?) I can stand the rain (I can stand the rain) Used to stand in the rain (used to stand in the rain) I can stand the rain (I can stand the rain) Used to stand in the rain (stand in the rain) Can you stand the rain? (Can you stand the rain?) Used to stand in the rain (stand in the rain) I can stand the rain Ayy, used to stay in the rain After Francis Lane, we standin' the pain I was filled with anger, homie got banged for sayin' my name Let his .30 flame, ain't changed, stood up for his gang Then his mans blew out his brain, he snitched a dirty game Left-handed, grip it firm and I got sturdy aim Glizzy with mixed personalities, got 30 names Pop out like I'm Mr. T, I got on 30 chains Bent the Lamb' truck rims, it cost me 30K Missin' family, reminiscin' 'bout them early days Fuck G Herbo, they just listenin' to what Herbie say I ain't really give a fuck though at my early ages Got too many in them pearly gates and scary cages If you know, you know, I went through phases, different stages Broad day, had guns blazin' with the bravest, for real Seen action like a movie but that shit was real Then bein' too courageous got my nigga killed Damn, if only I had Max and C Money That's why I got that big ass Max around my neck That's I got that "See Money Green," track, ho That's why I got a "See Money Green" Rollex anniversary But really, though, this shit in me That's why I'm Super Savage to the max I had to think about it, you know, I had to humble myself But then again, I am what I am I gotta stay brave, I gotta stay on it 'Cause I know the universe ain't gonna have lead way on me And that's just all off real life and situations And shit I been through, you know? I'm only 25, but I feel like I've lived ten life times And there's no coincidence A nigga really with the shit I look at my niggas and I look at my niggas' kids And I look at my kid, and I see so much of us in them So that's why I be tryna, like change the cycle But a lot of this shit meant We just gotta learn to control it as best as we can, you know? G Herbo