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street punks - ncg madmax lyrics

[intro]
uh*huh
(606 f*cked this up)
yeah
throwback gang, double*s 6, all that

[chorus]
that n*gga 12 so he got hit with the chopper go check on your partner
you cuff on that hoe like a cop, you know what she bout, freak b*tch eat the d*ck like lobster
n*gga actin hard, glocks out
them n*ggas 10 deep boy i don’t give a godd*mn
i was fifteen with a big ass chopper ridin round a n*ggas street tryna knock a n*ggas block down

[verse 1]
i’ll make 300 like tle cinco
put dot on his face you would think we was playin bingo
never change gang but we running the 6 n*gga f*ck all them apes n*gga f*ck kasino
they stealin my swag, be stealin my lingo, quick to get a n*gga lost like nemo
i’m high than a b*tch in the sky like a hero
brand new .50 imma blow to a zero
never change gang, first 48 lil n*gga go check on your partner
stay with some shottas like nle choppa
why he clutchin his gun? cause my cousin a robber
real street n*gga get a gun from my momma
in the hood i’m protected like i was obama
these bullets gon fly at your head and rob you
broad day got the stick in his face like a bible
these n*ggas be thinkin they hard till a n*gga pop out just like bishop
jayden got a glock*19 and it came with a beam gon shoot that b*tch like the wizard
in the trap b*tch i’m toppin them fiends
and i’m servin the clean with my hand on an ar pistol
no pimp but i got me a ring, but it’s hot they sting
get up all real hard yao ming
catch an opp at the light smoke his ass and his team
[chorus]
that n*gga 12 so he got hit with the chopper go check on your partner
you cuff on that hoe like a copper, you know what she bout, freak b*tch eat the d*ck like lobster
oh he actin hard? chops out
them n*ggas 10 deep boy i don’t give a godd*mn
i was fifteen with a big ass chopper ridin round n*ggas streets tryna knock a n*ggas block down

[verse 2]
it’s 2 in the morning we all on his residence
get your ass stepped on just like an elephant
n*gga that’s my b*tch she at the crib right now tryna suck on a n*gga like a peppermint
we don’t make diss song boy that sh*t be irrelevant
got a whole lotta racks like i just won a settlement
snitch ass n*gga get k!lled just for tellin it
get bored then spin on a n*gga for the h*ll of it
too many racks different color like airhead
godd*mn madmax blowin up like a airbed
i’m from the 6 bank blood and we wear red
got a chopper bullets aim fire at the tour lead
when you pull up to the trap n*gga come to the back door
what song is that? n*gga that’s the max flow
run off with a n*gga plate just like a fat hoe
been havin racks, you can still get jacked though
on gang

[outro]
f*ck going on n*gga, never change gang, n*gga, madmax flow
f*ck you n*ggas thought they was n*gga?
p*ssy ass n*gga
throwback gang
free big chaddy, free low key n*gga
let’s go

- ncg madmax lyrics

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