Max B, DJ Drama - Lemonade lyrics
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Max B, DJ Drama - Lemonade lyrics]
Shoutout to the Wave God
You know a nigga wanna get on this shit right
Max B, Biggaveli oww
Who better? Turnin' lemons to lemonade
We gon' just do it like this
You know what I mean? DJ Drama
Shit
Big bank take lil' bank
I take the nigga bitch, soon as a nigga blink
But he don't even gotta turn his head
It's dead
We get the bread, we wanted by the feds
EMG like action
Wanted for conspiracy, murder and not taxes
Melly in the caption, celly in the maxes
Tell me what it's called, yeah
Rest in peace to my brother grandpa
Another boy pop Smoke, why he have to go?
Bitches on Instagram, they miss a lot of dope
Gotta be aware of who you let in the crib
Niggas will get ya for your skrilla
Anybody killer
Got these niggas that be buckin'
Anybody feel us
See, it's Skete with the nigga
Cuff and anybody hit her
See, I made her put on her clothes
Anybody get her yeah, I get the litter and
They get the picture
One little day, keep playin' with my stacks
Tellin' all my niggas in the hood
I'm comin' back tellin' all my niggas in the
Hood just to relax, i got this
I put the hood on my back, yeah
I let her shift on the gears while I drive
I tell her to hit it, baby
I'm just tryna get by
Ain't nowhere to go but up (yeah)
Everywhere we go, they know it's us
Say the name
And you wonder where the style come from
Free the God (Gangsta Grillz)
You know a nigga wanna get on this shit right
Max B, Biggaveli oww
Who better? Turnin' lemons to lemonade
We gon' just do it like this
You know what I mean? DJ Drama
Shit
Big bank take lil' bank
I take the nigga bitch, soon as a nigga blink
But he don't even gotta turn his head
It's dead
We get the bread, we wanted by the feds
EMG like action
Wanted for conspiracy, murder and not taxes
Melly in the caption, celly in the maxes
Tell me what it's called, yeah
Rest in peace to my brother grandpa
Another boy pop Smoke, why he have to go?
Bitches on Instagram, they miss a lot of dope
Gotta be aware of who you let in the crib
Niggas will get ya for your skrilla
Anybody killer
Got these niggas that be buckin'
Anybody feel us
See, it's Skete with the nigga
Cuff and anybody hit her
See, I made her put on her clothes
Anybody get her yeah, I get the litter and
They get the picture
One little day, keep playin' with my stacks
Tellin' all my niggas in the hood
I'm comin' back tellin' all my niggas in the
Hood just to relax, i got this
I put the hood on my back, yeah
I let her shift on the gears while I drive
I tell her to hit it, baby
I'm just tryna get by
Ain't nowhere to go but up (yeah)
Everywhere we go, they know it's us
Say the name
And you wonder where the style come from
Free the God (Gangsta Grillz)