Max Out 22Gz (Ft. Shawny Binladen)

[Intro]
Muddi Gold

[Verse 1: 22Gz]
I pour a four of that drip in the Fanta
Brand new blick' on me, no, it ain't jammin'
Nigga, we trappin' and robbin', and scammin'
High off the gumbo, I don't see a landin'
I put a opp on a flight, we sent that boy on a long vacation
I get to tweakin', I ain't got patience
If he's screw-faced, then we give him a facelift
Came out the lobby, it wasn't no basement
But we from the bottom, way under the basement
We see police, hit the gas, let 'em chase us
Killy my banna, no, he ain't Jamaican
If I'm with your bitch, bet I fuck up her makeup
If I back up the blick', I won't give him a tape up
You see me grindin' but I ain't no skatеr
They stealin' the saucе, but they ain't got flavor
Slide in the Trackhawk
Vultures'll land on your block like a Blackhawk
Said he want smoke? He gon' get what he asked for
Kick in your door with the blick' like a task force
If this was a race, then I already lapped y'all
Shit gettin' hot, they tryna back off
He tried to run, hit the switch, take his back off
Took it tough on the net what he got head tapped for
He got lined through a bitch, made her open the back door