Lil Durk, Future - Mad Max

Spin on the lo, 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

Im gettin more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken servings

And I brung the strippers to the studio, just give me service

Ima put my trust inside this toolie, Ima 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 Shmurky

Cant be cool with niggas, I cant vouch for niggas, how they move

Do you like Ruths Chris, have my shooter turn you to some food

Im in the Cat, Im in the trenches, Im with the demons, Im in the zoo

Im bringin out the racks, Im 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 crush em like a car

My young bitch better take a charge, fuck another broad

It aint no RICO case gon stop another body from droppin

How many bodies niggas got? How many they got?



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?)



I got my stick out, leavin a bitch house, tell bro ETA to my slot (Lets get it)

I couldve been part of that RICO, I called Thug and told him every nigga I shot (Slime)

Whenever it’s war, you never see main names, you gotta get everybody he got (Blah)

Take off a ski mask, pray on the phone with the imam to get close to Allah

Failed my driver test, pop out in the middle of the street, aint park the car (Aint park the car)

Had to rob a nigga I know, he changed the bag and said its za (Dope)

Every nigga round me had died, I paid the bills off for they mama (Go)

Grab the cannon, grab the Uzi, spin that bitch like DJ Drama

I dont be admittin no crimes, sayin my names on blogs, the minute they dyin (Lets go)

Im too trench, you can claim that body, Im never admittin to slidin (Lame ass)

Ill never blackball none of yall bitch-ass niggas, them rappers aint doin no crime

Im The Voice, I got choice to let you live or get you slimed (Man, what?)

I spent a hundred at Western (Lets go)

On Pat, Ima get in my weapon (Lets go)

He can have that nigga expensive (Lets go)

Big Threat and em dyin to get you (Lets go)

That switch shit bound to get you (Grrah, lets go)

Free Mac, we flyin to get you (Grrah)

One nigga aint die, he crippled (Lets get it)

You aint know we was gon get you, did you? (Lets get it)

He aint keep his pistol, pistol

Harlem Shake when they hit you, hit you