Gotta Have It Max B

(Intro)
We 'bout to go in on this one
Travel new artist nah I mean
It's like we all got that special person we love you know
A little ride or die y'know
Let me tell you 'bout mine

(Verse 1: Max B)
Ain't nothing like a ride or die bitch
She come through and throw the fifty up
Love to fuck she even roll the piffy up
Who that in the swiffy truck, son with the blicky tucked
Federally tried to hit me up
But, my bitch she nice behind the wheel
I be popping out the window, I'm nicer with the steel
One thing a nigga could say is that the heists' they be real
She gonna shoot a nigga dead like she licensed to kill
She always tell her friends bout me, the pipping is real
Let me control the tempo baby cause I'm nice with the peel (chill)
I want you on your belly quick
Max is the good side, I'm on my biggavelli shit
Riding to the party, her thighs touching the shotty
My eyes touching her body, got her high off bacardi (ayy)
Bitch had the nerve to take a piss in the lobby
Now she talking bout catching a body (what the fuck baby)