Takin Pictures Max B (Ft. Mak Mustard)

(Intro- Max B)
Yeah Bossed on bitch
Got the boy Mak Musard
Shout to my nigga Al Pac, whats good baby?
It's ya boy Wavie Muthafucking Crockett
You already know what it is man
Me and Mak Mustard 'bout to talk to the game
Fix some shit on you niggas
Lets go

(Verse One- Max B)
I need some white Mike that green poof Finger licking good flashing lights like I'm in Vegas
It ain't right without the Haters
Tryna see a NIgga sitting in the orange suit
Still I'm at the beaches in Miami with an orange Coupe
Barbecue Bullets cook your stomach
Get them bullets when confronted
When its beef, my niggas keeping it a hundred
I was just gonna play it for 'em way it works
Spray it just don't say it first
Niggas say that I was snitching they ain't have no paper work
They ain't have a way to work
I was in that Beamer looking good like the star I be
Hop up in this car with me
Hop on this dick let you hump it like the second grade
Pop your little cherry take you breath away
I just left a day
Now I'm back, heard you niggas talking greasy
Bout the Don, my balls is like the Holy Quran
Got a-lot of arms I could get you touched
Fuck around I hit you up Ambulance 'gon have to come and pick you up (Ow)