Hey, you lil' piss baby You think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute They look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me, "I love you" And then I'd fucking ghost you With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah) Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Tell me what's the deal, I've been tryin' to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah) Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine
The beat for "RIP Max" by Smokepurpp was produced by TM88 and Cubeatz. TM88 is a well-known producer affiliated with the production group 808 Mafia, and Cubeatz is a German production duo consisting of twin brothers Kevin and Tim Gomringer. They have collaborated with numerous artists and are known for their distinctive trap beats.- chat gbt
Yeah, big blunts I like to roast up Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't fuckin' know ya Chillin with the gang, I like to post up Get up off the block if I don't know ya You're dealin' with some soldiers I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I rise with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh And you know I'm motherfuckin' poppin', silly Pop a pilly, pop a nigga head like amoxicillin I'm a villain really, don't show no pity I'm hassadiddy to these bitches, bitch She hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty How you hot and shitty? Wait, 'cause shit hot But you know your shit not My shit make the whole city rock and ditty bop I spit it off the titty top and if you don't like it then, fuck nigga Eat a itty bitty cock Yeah, eeny-meenie-miney moe, catch a thottie by her toe If I let her go, then I'll probably fuck another hoe I'm stacking paper like a binder, she slimey, she not a rider A nigga got bars, who's your service provider? Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the itis Creative player, high bars like I turned up all the sliders Okay, pop a silly like amoxicillin, when I pop the trigger Drop a nigga, then he shook his body like a Macarena Mop a stranger, he was staring strange catching improper angles God can't save you, suck my bitch from the back, call it Palms Angels I bet when a nigga hop up, bitches, they'll be all angry I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, nigga Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got SARS, nigga I be in the background, you could see that I'm a star, nigga I got where I am, being exactly who I are, nigga You ain't protected at the garage out your car, nigga I'm the bomb, just like a warhead, go to war just like a jarhead Give this dog a bone, this nigga wasn't gonna catch it like that shit was far fetched Young nigga, staying on point just like a bayonet Who's rolling top down, bumpin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette Just a young nigga, but I been doin' it so long, they gotta praise the vet' For my niggas in lockdown and the crimees that really plead the fifth Pouring lean inside the booth, yeah I'm multitasking these multimillions M-16'll blow out your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
Yeah, big blunts I like to roast up Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't fuckin' know ya Chillin with the gang, I like to post up Get up off the block if I don't know ya You're dealin' with some soldiers I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I rise with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh And you know I'm motherfuckin' poppin', silly Pop a pilly, pop a nigga head like amoxicillin I'm a villain really, don't show no pity I'm hassadiddy to these bitches, bitch She hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty How you hot and shitty? Wait, 'cause shit hot But you know your shit not My shit make the whole city rock and ditty bop I spit it off the titty top and if you don't like it then, fuck nigga Eat a itty bitty cock Yeah, eeny-meenie-miney moe, catch a thottie by her toe If I let her go, then I'll probably fuck another hoe I'm stacking paper like a binder, she slimey, she not a rider A nigga got bars, who's your service provider? Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the itis Creative player, high bars like I turned up all the sliders Okay, pop a silly like amoxicillin, when I pop the trigger Drop a nigga, then he shook his body like a Macarena Mop a stranger, he was staring strange catching improper angles God can't save you, suck my bitch from the back, call it Palms Angels I bet when a nigga hop up, bitches, they'll be all angry I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, nigga Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got SARS, nigga I be in the background, you could see that I'm a star, nigga I got where I am, being exactly who I are, nigga You ain't protected at the garage out your car, nigga I'm the bomb, just like a warhead, go to war just like a jarhead Give this dog a bone, this nigga wasn't gonna catch it like that shit was far fetched Young nigga, staying on point just like a bayonet Who's rolling top down, bumpin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette Just a young nigga, but I been doin' it so long, they gotta praise the vet' For my niggas in lockdown and the crimees that really plead the fifth Pouring lean inside the booth, yeah I'm multitasking these multimillions M-16'll blow out your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
Making money but they call it recession Cashed my check and I said fuck depression Spend it all and it's coming right back Pick me a backwood with the cookie pack
She said she miss me behind the walls bitch stop banging on door Open up and let loose who are pick a boo get on the floor Her feelings is what I love can’t sign know contracts when it’s been over due Stop playing with a young nogga I bet you love how it sounds But can u really hold it down when it’s time to ride out I go any where I want nobody would even try to dare Oh wait hoe you said ion treat you fare don’t forget u in my lare So what you said better get gone for my main bitch pull up she might be the track out of before I even say what’s up Now tell me what up why tf u still laying down bitch you better get up I ain’t tryna hear no wild things rn I’m already living wild Who you think you gone work with them magic words that’s home style What’s the point if you ain’t tryna prove me right You got the right nigga better stop all that acting out What you looking for ik it ain’t me bitch you blind where’s yo sight She real dangerous if I was you I wouldn’t risk it at all Who really tryna get burn with this torch nah matter fact just stand there proud n tall But can she do the same for you or she gone sit there n stall I might do some jumping Jack once I found my bitch been lying to me It wouldn’t be nun new I been with a bitch like u before she extra mean Pull up on the seen my windows tented tell me who can really see me I’m laid back in the car Booling it while she tryna record giving head to me On that snap chat feed Is it really greed when we all hungry just tryna get sum to eat
hell late but wtv Yeah yeah Fucking wit me i thought you couldnt b dumber But idgaf im still running up numbers Them niggas wanna play but ion got patients cs bitch im not a mf doctor I got a choppa hanging in my holster and im blasting the bitch like a nigga named cooler Im drippin so hard my bitch js got wetter and she be creaming on me when a nigga get deeper I give no fucks let the choppa hit whoever, smoking that zaza on paper feel better. I be getting so high like family dont matter, stuck on the clouds but i'm destined for greater. Feel like scottie from the way i be pippen, cant hang wit unc cz that nigga be crippin. Mama want me to keep him at a distance, but no one can stop me like tracy from the pistons.
