Max Flow 3 ft. C lew, JERLOYALTY & Big Cujo Lyrics

She tryna Mike Jack beat it

Stacking the bread to the ceiling

Yall boys my son no phoenix

Off the pack she fiending

Get me a mop I'm cleaning

Look how the wock got me leaning

Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it

Touch down on the track like Cunningham

But I never played in a season

Like lil bitch I'm too paid

Nut in her mouth make it look like some tooth paste

All of this ice man I'm feeling like 2 chainz

Beat that boy up I ain't talking no Bruce Wayne

Spot up and dunk on your block like a 2 way

And no we ain't playing no 2k

No we ain't caring what you say

Drank in my cup and I'm feeling like lil Wayne

Putting blue racks on his head just like bulma

Mask up tryna beef with corona

KD on my wood you can smell the aroma

Can't smoke on that boy

Cuz that boy he a Gona

I was down bad now these bitches all on me

Can't get up with you

Gotta get at your homie

I was growing up eating on bread and bologna

Can't fuck with these hoes cuz these hoes really phony

Yeah yeah

You know that my flow to the max

Smoking on thrax

Fucking with me that's how you get whacked

Big ass drac with a wood on the back

Put them on a blitz just to give me a sack

Sending some shots make his ass run track

Up in the trap and you know that we jumping

Playing my songs im forever bumping

Yeah there they go

Yeah that boy be lacking

Sending some shots like we play for the mavericks

Fucking with me you get hit with the static

Ice on my neck you can check out my status

Feel like the man and I'm making it happen

I ain't no regular artist I really be trapping

Uncle Sam yeah the way I be taxing

She tryna Mike Jack beat it

Stacking the bread to the ceiling

Yall boys my son no phoenix

Off the pack she fiending

Get me a mop I'm cleaning

Look how the wock got me leaning

Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it

Touch down on the track like Cunningham (Jerloyalty)

But I never played in a season

Bitch i been gone i was fighting some demons

Hit from the back fuck yo bitch for no reason

My lil nigga he white but yk that he seasoned

Drip down in sauce and i look Polynesian

Nigga called 12 you know thats some crap

Im tryna put my whole team on the map

Roll up on me leave yo head in yo lap

If yo bitch on our side den you know she got clap

That bitch a bop fuck a betty boo

In the back of the car wit my nigga snoop

I can still beat your ass ain't gotta shoot

Im always on time ian hitting snooze

If twelve get behind me im outta that

Nigga know im straight where the money at

Nigga get a gun then dont know how to act

Im just talking I don't even know how to rap

Fuck wit me see a flash photo

She eating me up like a rolo

Im wit the gang like a mother fucking cholo

Put a whole in your shirt like a hobo

And im straight bout my munyun

im wit the steppas like sum mother fucking bunions

Hole in yo head now you look like some funyuns

Your mama crying like she cutting onions

She tryna Mike Jack beat it

Stacking the bread to the ceiling

Y'all boys my son no phoenix

Off the pack she fiending

Get me a mop I'm cleaning

Look how the wock got me leaning

Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it

Touch down on the track like Cunningham

But I never played in a season

Fucking this bitch yeah her pussy be creaming

Hit him in the neck make sure he ain't breathing

She tell me she love when I grip on her titty

Can't have no kid until I hit 50

If I miss spin again bullets not greedy

You is a Brewster grew up like a weenie

I'm in the back clutching all on my semi

Real turnt nigga I'm the best in my city

I was only 14 with a big ass choppa

I ain't had no heart I'll shoot at your momma

That nigga a bitch he cry like a toddler

You don't suck dick go hit the door

You keep on talking I'm ready to blow

Put a beam on the stick and I let that bitch glow

The stick in my pants and I hate if it show

A knife to a gun fight you gotta grow

Sit the nose bleed I don't like to be seen

Bussing this hoe and I like when she scream

Take me a video pass to the team

Racks on racks im playing monopoly

One hoe to the next aint nobody stopping me

She sucking my dick and she do it so sloppy

I'm hitting so good she call me a master

Chasing this money gotta get to it faster

Life is so bad gotta skip me a chapter

Go ghost on a hoe like my first name is Casper

I ain't talking no hockey but im playing with sticks

My pockets to heavy like I'm toting bricks

She bounce like a bunny I ain't talking about trix

I feel like I'm melo I ball for the knicks

Pour up the drank now I gotta piss

She tryna Mike Jack beat it

Stacking the bread to the ceiling

Y'all boys my son no phoenix

Off the pack she fiending

Get me a mop I'm cleaning

Look how the wock got me leaning

Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it

Touch down on the track like Cunningham

But I never played in a season

Uhnnn

I never played in a season

Lil bitch tryna fuck me come suck me

This bitch on her period you know that she bleeding

Don't give a fuck ima pull up in Hondas

I ride with the llama

Riding in the 2 seater

Fuck on your bitch Michael Jackson I beat it

Don't give a fuck bitch I am undefeated

I gotta choppa on the back of this bitch for the niggas who play and I think that he gay

Ima pull up with a glock with a switch .45 I come shoot at your face

Glock .26 with a switch how you gon run from that

This bitch she tryna chop up on my wood like she a lumber Jack

I told this bitch come arch that ass

Lil bitch you better throw it back

Nigga steadily talking P O P I'm gonna pop his ass

I'm smoking on exotic

Pussy ass nigga take off like a rocket damn

Fuck nigga play ima pop it

P O P and I'm smoking exotic on gang

Fuck nigga talking I pull up and leave his ass dead

And I pull up and fill him with led

And that nigga he hot like a sled

But this is not no Santa I'll leave your ass dead

I got the choppa I aim at your momma

I got me a drac and I want all the problems

You niggas be talking that shit

But know I'm the realest I pull up and she giving me sloppy

She tryna Mike Jack beat it

Stacking the bread to the ceiling

Y'all boys my son no phoenix

Off the pack she fiending

Get me a mop I'm cleaning

Look how the wock got me leaning

Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it

Touch down on the track like Cunningham

But I never played in a season