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Feel like I'm Max Payne
I pull up swerving with two pistols
My bitch got a black ski mask
With a cuban link, with my initials
I'm smoking on that good purp
In a all white ghost
She said I missed you
I pulled off quick, gotta' stay lowkey
When I swerve off with two pistols
Yea I pulled off quick
But It ain't no race
Can't be late to my show
I'm smoking bout' three
So much ice on me
Feeling like I'm drenched In snow
They hating on me
Cause they bitch on me, and the coupe be sitting low
Running up on me
Lay him off his feet, with a toe tag on his toe
I am on my grind, I don't got no time
For a flaw ass bitch no more
When I pull up clean, I don't say a thing
She compliment my gold
I don't miss no shots, these niggas like crocs
I'll leave them with some holes
Niggas ride for me, like a M.O.B
If you ain't know, now you know
I don't trust no bitch, they be choosing shit
Got the weed smell on my clothes
Ima fuck a bitch In LA
Like Bron' I'll pass her to my bro
I'm smoking on that good purp
I had one blunt, but It felt like four
These niggas ain't fucking with me
Your bitch want a pic, so I did my pose
Pussy boys just now starting
Niggas been rapping since 09
I'm stacking up dough
I was so damn low
Now I'm patient for my time
I'm In New York, got two pistols
Bitch I feel like I'm True Crime
I'm smoking on tree
Your bitch want me, but I only fuck with dimes
Feel like I'm Max Payne
I pull up swerving with two pistols
My bitch got a black ski mask
With a cuban link, with my initials
I'm smoking on that good purp
In a all white ghost
She said I missed you
I pulled off quick, gotta' stay lowkey
When I swerve off with two pistols
Writer(s): Erin Branch
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