Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - Free Max B lyrics

It's Vigilante Season, man
I done rolled and became a boss since
The last time you met me, man
Things just changed, man
Niggas runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout
I'm the law, nigga
Man, I run the organization, man
The streets is mine, man
I make, I make, I make bread, and, and I
And I (Yo, Pi'erre)
Like, niggas follow me, man
I'm not with that, it's never
It's never nothin' no more
Like, I look like a boss, I feel like
A boss, I taste like a boss, nigga
Max Biggavel fuck outta here, man

I'm pickin' up the phone
Won't let it disconnect
This for my niggas down
The road smoking cigarеttes
It's bigger than "Free you" on the intеrnet
Ask your BM
"Is your baby gettin' bigger yet?"
(Is she gettin' bigger?)
A opp send somethin' my way
And I'ma send it back
Ain't no pussy in my blood
Ain't got no kin to that
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways
She gon' remember that
Let me hit the road, I'll be back home
I'm bringin' dinner back

Shit, I need ten of those
We went up north and we did the most
I could've got it through Interpol
I ain't a captain but a general
Run through it fast and send for more
Talkin' through the glass wall
Really hurt my core
And you ain't with me now
So it hurt for sure
Big bands on me now, I could hurt a store
Niggas pop out, don't dare us
When I tat my face, my mom gon' tear up
Throw her hands up and square up
Here's a 20 ball, you don't care, huh?
You niggas think them ugly-ass mean
Mugs really gon' scare some
I tell chachi grab my backpack
Then all you hear is, "Run"

Let me show you my new shit, check it, right
Look
My new shit, she loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not, she love me
Ah (Max, what's goin' on?)
(Since the last time we spoke on The Come Up)
(Lot of shit transpired since then)
That did like
What? How many views that shit got?

I'm pickin' up the phone
Won't let it disconnect
This for my niggas down
The road smoking cigarettes
It's bigger than "Free you" on the internet
Ask your BM
"Is your baby gettin' bigger yet?"
(Is she gettin' bigger?)
A opp send somethin' my way
And I'ma send it back
Ain't no pussy in my blood
Ain't got no kin to that
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways
She gon' remember that
Let me hit the road, I'll be back home
I'm bringin' dinner back

You niggas is not the wave, misbehave
I'm sendin' some shots for days
Disrespect, immediate retaliation
I will not contemplate
At the Monterey, five Perks in my pocket, bae
I bet they'll be gone today eat prawn filet
Ma pray every night to the Lord
That she hope Rayshaun okay
Nigga clutchin' on his pants like he
Holdin' onto something, he a goner, bae
Uncle call me like, "Neph, I got a load in"
'Cause he know I'll get it gone today
We got clean guns and dirty ones
You wan' play? Then it's bombs away
Know a fiend that sing like Lana Rey
Wear my jewelry, no security, nigga
When I'm around the way

Not in the crib, I'm not in the studio
We been grindin' extra
I got money now, I got power
And I'm ready to ride

I'm pickin' up the phone
Won't let it disconnect
This for my niggas down
The road smoking cigarettes
It's bigger than "Free you" on the internet
Ask your BM
"Is your baby gettin' bigger yet?"
(Is she gettin' bigger?)
A opp send somethin' my way
And I'ma send it back
Ain't no pussy in my blood
Ain't got no kin to that
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways
She gon' remember that
Let me hit the road, I'll be back home
I'm bringin' dinner back

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