StanWill, Almighty Suspect - Mad Max lyrics

(Kids Next Door) huh, what up, Suspect?
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lonis on this)
Ayy, ayy huh, huh, yeah,  huh,  yeah, ayy
(808 Kartel, nigga)

Glock tucked in the TEC,  yes, I play foul
Hopped out the bed, hit the road,  bitch
 I'm pay bound
Banana clips,  monkey nuts, boy
 it's apes 'round
Bro done threw the titties in the chop
Shout-out JWoww
Yeah, I'm on scorch mode off of six digit's
Ain't thinking 'bout what's her name
That shit been ended
All the hoes in my past, yeah
They big finished
Gang being broke? Sound something
Like a big midget right, it don't make sense
Niggas know where I stay and won't shake shit
Boy, you couldn't be me
If you could shapeshift
Damn monkey see, monkey do in my BAPE drip
Throw his heart on, now he's tryna ride waves
Doing fraud OT, you know crime pays
9 tucked in my skinnies, I'm beyond Faze
If it's static, I'll let it sing like Beyoncé
Feel like Steve-O up in Apple, I'm a jackass
You should throw a hat on yo butt
With yo cap-ass warrior up on the road
Feeling like I'm Mad Max
Out the way counting pape'
Probably where the bag at
Put a shell in his back, he a turtle now
Two straps off Carti frames
Feel like Urkel now
Brought a Moon Mist to the
Trap but it's purple now
ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz
We the ones you heard about

Huh, how you wanna do it?
Two hands, one hand, how I wanna shoot it?
Two pills in this bitch
Now I'm feeling booted
And I just found a nigga bitch
Now I'm finna lose it
Me and Stan, we on Melrose
Bitch, the day we ain't fly, nigga
Hell froze
Hit the plug for the pack, he'll mail those
45 way too big, put my belt on
Huh, I don't know names
Whole gang full of joints, I don't know lames
I ain't GameCube, bitch, I play no games
Big body Benz, lil' bitch, I'm in both lanes
Call Stan, he the Scam Man
I'll sing with the chop like I'm Xanman
Bitch, I'm up, now my name "Hunnid Band Man"
I'll hit him with a hunnid shots
He the Lead Man lA to the D, bitch
Outside, you ain't never in the streets
Bitch throw my lil' niggas' backs
I'm like keep this
I'll lose a bitch man, I can't keep shit
Huh, I'll never cap
Bitch ask for some dough? I said never that
You just keep getting robbed
You ain't never strapped
Bitch, and your songs, they was weak
You should never rap

Bro the Thrust Man
Got the buffies off the road
Hopped in that bag, made a duffy off the road
Jason Voorhees, how I'm cutting into hoes
BIN too heat, boy, it's busting in the store
Plus signs on the denim, we all in Ksubis
Lil' bro shooting off the Perc'
Like it's Call of Duty
It'll be a cold day in Hell, we all
Up chopsticks on the opps
Turn them all to sushi