Mad Max Lil Durk & Future

[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)

[Verse 1: Future]
Keep it on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots all through your car, he think he Stephen Curry
I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirty
I'm gettin' more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken servings
And I brung the strippers to the studio just to get me service
I'ma put my trust inside this toolie, I'ma go 730
Stay with my demons every day, these niggas good at murkin'
Droppin' a ticket on 'em the day they tried to play with Smurky
Can't be cool with niggas, I can't vouch for niggas, how they move
Do you like Ruth's Chris? Have my shooter turn you to some food
I'm in the 'Cat, I'm in the trenches, I'm with the demons, I'm in the zoo
I'm bringin' out the racks, I'm goin' buyin' a chain, cost a coupe
I bought five hotel rooms to put my clothes up from the mall
Niggas turn to raccoons and we crushin' 'em like a car
My young bitch better take a charge, fuck another broad
It ain't no RICO case gon' stop another body from droppin'
How many bodies niggas got? How many they got?

[Chorus: Future & Lil Durk]
Mad Max, Max, Max, Mad Max (Run up on a nigga like)
Mad Max, Max, Max (Better get down like), Mad Max (On his ass)
Mad Max, Max, Max (We kick a nigga like), Mad Max (Man, what?)