Mad Max Young Smokes

[Hook]
She call me Mad Max
I pull up in a Benz and a Beam
Now they call me Mad Max
My gun on me, I smoke for free
Call me Mad Max
My swag's Gucci, my belt’s Gucci
Bitch I'm mad flash
In the VIP, this ice on me
She call me Mad Max
I pull up in a Benz and a Beam
Now they call me Mad Max
My gun on me, I smoke for free
Call me Mad Max
My swag's Gucci, my belt’s Gucci
Bitch I'm mad flash
In the VIP, this ice on me
Bitch I'm Mad Max

[Verse 1]
My wrist cost me a whip
My whip cost me a brick
She asking me when will I stop?
I'll make a milli and I'll still sell bricks
Been fought and them boy run us
Six hunna pon my LV runners
I'm in my coupe, I don't need no key
I stick up my plug and I eat for free
They're trying to be me but they’re trying it wrong
I walk into Gucci and buy what I want
I’m still in the trap, I don't care if I buss
I’ve got racks from years back that I still haven't touched
My pen game looks like a rainbow
And the diamonds suicidal, they hang off a rope
My pretty lighty do the most
Big Gucci bag and that's just for the smoke