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Lil Durk, Future - Mad Max

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I got Hitman on the beat

Spin on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots out through your car, he think he Stephen Curry
I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirty
I'm gettin' more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken service
And I brought the strippers to the studio, just give me service
I'ma put my trust inside this toolie, hoe got set to thirty
Sit with my demons every day, these niggas good at murkin'
Drop in a ticket the other day, they tryna play with Shmurk
Ain't be cool with niggas, I can't vouch for niggas, how they move
You like Ruth Chris, have my shooter turn you to some food
I'm in the 'Cat, I'm in the trenches, I'm with the demons, I'm in the zoo
I'm bringin' out the rest, I'm the one buyin' the chain, cost a coupe
I bought five hotel rooms to put my clothes up from the mall
Niggas turn to raccoons and we crush 'em like a car
My young bitch better take a charge, fuck another broad
It ain't no R.I.C.O. case gon' stop another body from droppin'
How many body niggas died? How many got?

Mad Max (Max, Max), Mad Max (Run up on niggas like)
Mad Max (And get down like), Mad Max (On his ass)
Mad Max (We kick up), Mad Max

I got my stick out, leavin' a bitch house, tell bro ETA to my slot
I could've been part of that R.I.C.O, I called Thug and told 'em every nigga I shot
Whenever it’s war, you never see the main names, you gotta get everybody he got
Take off a ski mask, prayin' on the phone with the E Man to get close to Allah
Failed my driver test, popped out in the middle of the street, ain't park the car
Had to rob a nigga I know, he changed the bag and said it's za
Every nigga 'round me had died, I paid the bills off for their momma
Grabbed the Cannon, grabbed the Uzi, spin that bitch like DJ Drama
I don't be admitting no crimes, saying my names on blogs, the minute they dyin'
I'm too trench, you can claim that body, I'm never admiting to slidin’
I’ll never blackball none of y’all bitch ass niggas, them rappers ain't doin' no crime
I'm The Voice, I got choice to let you live or get you slimed
I spent a hundred at Western (Let's go)
On Pat I'ma get in my weapon (Let's go)
He can have that nigga expensive (Let's go)
Big threat nem dyin' to get you (Let's go)
That switch shit bound to get you (Grrah)
Free Mac, we flyin' to get you (Grrah)
One nigga ain't die, he cripple (Let's get it)
You ain't know he gon' get you, get you (Let's get it)
He ain't keep his pistol, pistol
Harlem Shake when they hit you, hit you

Mad Max (Max, Max), Mad Max (Let's get it)
Mad Max (Run up on 'em like), Mad Max (Kill his ass like)
Mad Max (Hunt 'em down like), Mad Max (Keep a gun like)