God Damn

Max B, Maino, French Montana

Number One Draft Pick french, Maino Eighty, what up? Coke Boy! Told you don't play with my dough When we run down on you and It's no where to go Now give em the rope, now give me your chain Now give me your watch Now give me your rings (Montana) Coke's damn near 40 and niggas Rapping damn near 40, god damn! I'm from the bottom Where the niggas say and tell You every thing about him Niggas owe and they wanna see me fold But you know cocaine over one million sold Bootleg, Soundscan, barcode Hi hater, my guns from Al-Queda Duck for cover, dickhead Or get breast-fed, suck ya mudda I catch him alone, red dot on his nose I pack four heaters like the top of the stove Montana, first draft, bandana for a mask Book a nigga and send god the first half Told you don't play with my dough When we run down on you and It's no where to go Now give em the rope, now give me your chain Now give me your watch Now give me your rings (Montana) Coke's damn near 40 and niggas Rapping damn near 40, god damn! My man yeah, wassup french These fake niggas like flies hustle hard You know what I'm about Yeah you know what I'm about nigga Yeah i movecome on man You can tell exactly how I'm Moving how i do it, i don't give a fuck Look at me and look at them You can see i'm different yup Ask the street about me Them niggas say i'm real as fuck Two time felon, still dealing I don't get enough I ain't with this rap shit, I be on my g son Real niggas outnumbered, 99 to damn one More people to kill So I done bought a bigger gun From two blocks down I can hit a nigga's lung Y'all don't really want play We can do this all day homie it's nothing Cause to me you niggas all gay I don't have no rap friends My niggas in that max pen In that big yard, mess hall, all packed in Hustle hard baby, grind up and get busy Turned crack money into cocaine city These rap niggas they don't want it with me Ask Red, he don't want it with me Told you don't play with my dough When we run down on you and It's no where to go Now give em the rope, now give me your chain Now give me your watch Now give me your rings (Montana) Coke's damn near 40 and niggas Rapping damn near 40, god damn! Coke wave got you Frenchy baby It's your boy Boss Don I gotta say my shit too Maccaroni with the cheese, Gain Greene Fiends sayin that we got good coke We the only niggas that got good coke How many you want, how many you need Man we bail out, motherfuck police Nigga we the streets So many styles I could loot from Six million ways to die you can choose one But I'ma give you the option of three Don't nobody else pop like me Get a bitch in the back of the Car and lay pipe like me Maxi, call me a taxi relax baby , got an automatic, too much running Makes you a rabbit, jagged Better you motherfuck like a dentist And i riddle anything that could knock A day off my sentence I gave you niggas the faith To go above and beyond They loving the songs we on Won't Go Far, Straight Cash, Hole In A Nigga They got a hole on it, Bigga Acting like i was supposed to fall off But the timing was right He's having the time of his life Spending all his money on Jewelry and vehicles turned so vivid It should seem clear to you Dare you to fuck with the boss don biggavel Bitch nigga please These byrd bitches history, oww! Count that shit we gettin' money How the fuck you think i Pay them lawyers that About to drag Your ass to the court Nigga we here to stay

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