​madmax lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, what?

[Chorus]
That ho for the team, pass that b*tch off to my mans (Yeah)
I just want the green, b*tch, I just wanna get these bands
Slimey fella', slimey don, tatted on my hip (Hip)
East Atlanta, Saint Laurent, in the trap workin' with my mans
In the trap rockin' overseas (Yeah)
Got the scale weighin' out these Gs (Yeah)
Give her a choice, she gon' come to me (Yeah)
I'm the best, I'm gon' make 'em see (Yeah)
Mad as f*ck, mad city, Mad Max
Five hoes, lotta' thots, Mad gnats
Slap these f*ck n*ggas out like some gnats
YSL cologne, b*tch, this is not Axе (Yeah)
Run up on 'em, give 'еm everythin' you got (Yeah)
Tell that n*gga pull the trigger, take that shot (Yeah)
I'm the main topic of the f*ckin' block
n*gga, we was whippin' whippin' out the pot
Lemme' know what do you want? (What you want)
Lemme' know what do you need? (What the f*ck you need?)
Bullets so hot make a f*ck n*gga melt
I'ma show you how it feel to bleed

[Verse]
On the corner drawin' out the mission
Drug test, I was dirty p*ssin'
I'ma make 'em hurt, dirty pistol
Oh, I hit your ho? I ain't trippin'
Push on your block 'cause a damn bullet shower
This is my time and this is my hour
She eat my kids like candy, no sour
I just want the money and power
I just want the money and power
Having these thots like Austin Powers
High as f*ck n*gga, I'm on top of the tower
Six years old watchin' n*ggas cook powder
Big thirty ball how I'm rockin' this chain
Was the same n*gga even before I seen fame
Now all a sudden they wan' act like we gang
Now they see me and they all know the name
[Chorus]
That ho for the team, pass that b*tch off to my mans (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just want the green, b*tch, I just wanna get these bands (I just want the green)
Slimey fella', slimey don, tatted on my hip (Hip)
East Atlanta, Saint Laurent, in the trap workin' with my mans (Yeah)
In the trap rockin' overseas (Yeah)
Got the scale weighin' out these G's (Yeah)
Give her a choice, she gon' come to me (Yeah)
I'm the best, I'm gon' make 'em see (Yeah)
Mad as f*ck, mad city, Mad Max
Five hoes, lotta' thots, Mad gnats
Slap these f*ck n*ggas out like some gnats
YSL cologne, b*tch, this is not Axe (Yeah)
Run up on 'em, give 'em everythin' you got (Yeah)
Tell that n*gga pull the trigger, take that shot (Yeah)
I'm the main topic of the f*ckin' block
n*gga, we was whippin', whippin' out the pot
Lemme' know what do you want? (What you want)
Lemme' know what do you need? (What the f*ck you need?)
Bullets so hot make a f*ck n*gga melt
I'ma show you how it feel to bleed