Lil Durk, Future - Mad Max lyrics

(I got Hitman on the beat)

Spin on the lo'
Go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots all 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 servings
And I brung the strippers to the studio
Just give me service
I'ma put my trust inside this toolie
I'ma go 730 stay with my demons every day
These niggas good at murkin'
Droppin' a ticket on 'em the day
They tried to play with Shmurky
Can't be cool with niggas, I
Can't vouch for niggas, how they move
Do you like Ruth's 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 racks, I'm
Goin' buyin' a 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 RICO case gon'
Stop another body from droppin'
How many bodies niggas got?
How many they got?

Mad Max, Max, Max, Mad Max
(Run up on a nigga like) mad Max, Max, Max
(Better get down like) , Mad Max (On his ass)
Mad Max, Max, Max
(We kick a nigga like) , Mad Max (Man, what?)

I got my stick out, leavin' a bitch house
Tell bro ETA to my slot (Let's get it)
I could've been part of that RICO
I called Thug and told him every nigga I shot
(Slime)
Whenever it’s war, you never see main names
You gotta get everybody he got (Blah)
Take off a ski mask
Pray on the phone with the imam
To get close to Allah
Failed my driver test, pop out in
The middle of the street, ain't park the car
(Ain't park the car)
Had to rob a nigga I know
He changed the bag and said it's 'za (Dope)
Every nigga 'round me had died
I paid the bills off for they mama (Go)
Grab the cannon, grab the Uzi
Spin that bitch like DJ Drama
I don't be admittin' no crimes
Sayin' my names on blogs
The minute they dyin' (Let's go)
I'm too trench, you can claim that body
I'm never admittin' to slidin' (Lame ass)
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 (Man, what?)
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 and 'em dyin' to get you
(Let's go) that switch shit bound to get you
(Grrah, let's go)
Free Mac, we flyin' to get you (Grrah)
One nigga ain't die, he crippled
(Let's get it)
You ain't know we was gon' get you, did you?
(Let's get it)
He ain't keep his pistol, pistol
Harlem Shake when they hit you, hit you

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