MAX lyrics

[Intro]
Skaro Beats

[Chorus: Grundy]
Let's turn it up (turn it up)
Hey, right now (right now)
Right now (right now)
b*tch out the vault
Hey, I don't really care I be making sounds
Run it up (run it up)
Make it up (make it up)
Make it out (make it out)
A couple pounds (couple pounds)
Let's run it up (run it up)
Hey, right now
(Woah, boutta blow b*tch coming out the vault)

[Verse 1: Dax]
Turn the volume to the max, Dax shoutin' screamin' on the track, facts
Bring the heat up in the rap, crash, tryna keep from goin' fast chea
They was sleepin' on me then now they wishin' they could go back in the past chea
'Cus I'm stackin' all the hits, rappers throwing fits, now I'm on the map chea
New sound, n*ggas don't know what to do now (yeah)
Cool down, had to hop up in the pool now (yeah)
New in town, had to call myself a crew now
n*ggas new now I'm the sh*t n*gga, tick a pool now I'm legit n*ggas
Get the flu now yeah I'm sick, f*ck the whole game why they call me di*k
n*gga you a lame why I call you b*tch, drivin' in my lane crash in to a ditch
Talkin' on my name n*ggas gettin' rich (yeah)
I am a star, talk on my name I will send you to Mars
I got chocolate for days 'cus a n*gga got bars (yeah)
Maxed out on the track out, got game like a b*tch ball back out
Got the game in a zip it's a black out, b*tches go cray for my sh*t watch 'em pass out
It was passed down, I ain't livin' in the past now
Had to change up on your finna f*ckin' ass now
No chance for your ass now, there's no chance for your ass now
[Verse 2: Kanino]
Turn the volume to the max, your b*tch is lookin' like a snack
You know when I'm going fishin' finna hook your b*tch I got her on the snag
They shootin' at me like Iraq, they shootin' 'cus I got the bag
I'm ballin' ballin' with the spalding like I got James written on the back
Ain't no jumpin' on my track boy, unless you got a couple stacks boy
Unless you makin' big motherf*ckin' plays similar to f*ckin' Dax boy
All we do is cinemax boy, I be jumpin' in the game
While you old, broke ass rappers on the bench witcha hearing aid
Turnin' up their hearing aid, while I'm turning up 'n gettin' paid
Your b*tch she wanna come to my place, when she coming never late
She just young and wanna live, started rolling up a spliff
She just young and wanna live, started sucking on my di*k
Maxed out, go and bring them racks out
Go and bring them bad b*tches, bring that Stitches track out
She gone pop it 'till that motherf*ckin' pus*y tap out
Trap house jumpin' 'till we all done f*ckin' blacked out


[Chorus: Grundy]
Let's turn it up (turn it up)
Hey, right now (right now)
Right now (right now)
b*tch out the vault
Hey, I don't really care I be making sounds
Run it up (run it up)
Make it up (make it up)
Make it out (make it out)
A couple pounds (couple pounds)
Let's run it up (run it up)
Hey, right now
(Woah, boutta blow b*tch coming out the vault)