| Ride with me I can take you places |
| Drive past police make em chase us |
| Guns by the truck get clips by the case load |
| Chain 10 Thou, 4 Billion in Peso |
| Max kill civilians in state clothes |
| Fill em with metal don’t get em to medical get em to mako |
| I get ya face closed, ace bandages |
| Baby Ma stressin me out, I can’t stand a bitch |
| Beef we can handle it |
| I came inside this dark game at only 16 and candle lit |
| Now you see Max B every time the channel flip |
| Money over bitches, nigga, stick to the manuscript |
| We pop off them shots, we knock off them blocks |
| We drop off them tops, we get meals |
| Rich bitch we on freeze, we get chills |
| We don’t just play with the D we get steals |
| Beast mode, nigga |
| I kept the 8 home, brought 5th with the clip cause it reload quicker |
| We got enough snow for a ski slope nigga |
| We got our own dope, we don’t need no nigga |
| We don’t feed no nigga if he ain’t fame |
| Got the pink cut canaries, he ain’t Cam, damn |
| Act right, dawg, and I can recruit ya |
| Act wrong and I’m violating your constitutional |
| Fuckin with the youngins, boy, moms will shoot ya and |
| Pops will hawk ya, cops will chalk ya and |
| Pop the cork and stop the talking |
| Drive by, sunsets, and the box deposits |
| My life revolve around lots of bosses, lots of crosses |
| I hit the nigga with the gauge and all I saw was lots of sausage |
| Big Mac, French Fries, Lobster Sauces |
| Boxes, Caskets, lots of Coffins |
| Oxs, Ratchets, cop galosses |
| Ugh, who said Max ain’t crunch time? |
| Max cross ballers, what the fuck is a punchline? |
| Yeah, and how he kicking it like that? |
| Methadone was crack, don’t spit back like that |
| 50 on the watch and I get that right back |
| Me and Big City, the nude jade mink with the jeans, 650 |
| The tees 120, young heavy weights in this game, we get money |