Текст песни To the Max - M.R. Smylez

Gettin money never been a issue
Real nigga always stand official
Charge a band just for a pistol
10 Grand nigga bring a missile
Neva ran even when was little
28 Grams cost a half of nickel
Gotta plan wait for the signal
Bet a grand ya main man brittle
We dont talk topics on phones
Cuz 12 be tryna record that
So I just be shopping alone
And I'm dressed in all black
Like I'm Kodak
And I dont do Kappn on Songs cuz none my bitches go for that
But when I give her a bone
I hope she don't track me like LoJack
This is truly off subject
Pussy good and I love it
Got me wanna kiss it in public
Idgaf who u fuck wit
She said that she feel it in her stomach
I'm grabbing her ass and I cuff it
Pussy so wet need a bucket
I put it in my hand like a puppet
Yea yea

I've been going hard
On that Boulevard No relax
Told my boujie broad
She should bring her squad
Cuz they all Snacks
We don't do no fraud and I own every card that's a fact
Long way from that yard
Where they got them guards
With the straps

Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max
Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max
Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max
Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max

Idk why these Bammas shouting
Fakin like they was getting thousands
We was in the feds in the mountains
4 O'clock nigga stand up countin
083 Yes that's the outcome
Moving Powder like that nigga Talcum
Smoking Sour
Flyer than a falcon
Whoop Whoop Whoop
I then drove by in coupe
Wit my lil bae and she cute
She gon slay she gon troop
Pussy then taste like a fruit
Bitches gon hate but it's true
I'm not that nigga that you play wit
You don't fuck wit me then don't say shit
Dusse, Tron got me wasted
Hybrid Strong I den faced it
And no I'm not puttin you on
Cuz nigga you not from the Trenches
You was living at home
When I was in the spot
With them Fences
And ya lil bitch hit my phone
But that pussy
So ratchet like wrenches
And she only needed for dome
But that pussy
I cranked it like engines
I Know this shit sound crazy
Younger born late in the 80s
Motto still fuck you and pay me
I'm Serving potatoes with gravy
That shit like 4 and a baby
No different my hor my lady
She said she want more I said maybe
A pussy galore so wavy
Yea yea

I've been going hard
On that Boulevard No relax
Told my boujie broad
She should bring her squad
Cuz they all Snacks
We don't do no fraud and I own every card that's a fact
Long way from that yard
Where they got them guards
With the straps

Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max
Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max
Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max
Time to burn it up
We gon turn it up
To the Max

Turn it up turn it up
Turn it up turn it up
Turn it up turn it up
Turn it up turn it up