Chase You Home Max B (Ft. Al Pac)

[Intro: Max B]
Yeah
Nice introduction
Matter of fact
We don't need no introduction man
There's only a couple of niggas that can ride this bomb-ass Grease beat
It's Dame Grease wave aye
Got the boy Al Pac with me on this one again
Got a little classic back with Dame Grease
Let's go
The Dour

[Verse 1: Max B]
Tell them loosen up
Two hundred I spend on all my drawers
Blow up my baby powder and my polo [?]
Bitches know me out in Pelham
They tell me "Max B I wish that you could put your dick in the package"
Got a nigga running with the ratchet
Steady trapping them niggas off
Nigga we drinking
We got that henny oh
Got the semi off in my enemies
Praying that they die slow
Cops are just steady coming
We running from the five-oh
Yeah them bitches they got nothing on [?] Max
This is the truest fucking song
[?]
Put your [?]
Go on to the left
Let a nigga grip
You know how the bigga get
You know how to hit a lick
When you [?] beat bread
Just bring ham if you need it for the hit
Keep a forty by the pillow
I'll shoot him in his sleep too
All you got to say is where to meet you