Lyrics Mad Max - Merky Ace

Mad Max

Man call them squad, better yet, call them gang
Don’t bother if you see them weird man
Cuh man’s getting tanned, touch any one of man’s fam
That’s a certain blam blam blam
Don’t bother try rat, come to the place where you’re at
Leave you laying there dead, face flat
What I spit is all facts, bally showing eyes and lips
Swap with one that don’t show jack
Gotta keep it sly, niggas will grass up your guys
Man call dem ting disguise
See me with a mask, know that somebody ah go die
Not on a long ting, no lie
Man keep it real, I ain’t tryna have a man squeal
When I start move Shaq O’Neill
No NBA, donnies getting blasted away
When I come to the place that they stay
I swear on my life that I don’t play with a knife
You can get shanked up in your side
Or up in your throat, trust me, it ain’t no joke
Think twice 'fore you’re up in man’s boat
I ain’t new to the war, new to the guts and gore
From day, I’ve been rattling jaws
More time, tryna trap, tryna make more like the track
Got the stack where the power’s all at
You can still get jerked if you’ve got bricks of the work
And you ain’t tryna friend a man first
Man might cop one, then in a second, you’re done
Don’t care for your goons that come
Cause this ting 'ere will push man in the air
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
Darg, it’s not a ting, bring who you wanna bring
I’ll rise the swing ting and cave man in
Dem boy just residents
Never rep, no regiments
Say that they’re real but it’s excrement
Cause they was on me when I pressed on 'em, lean on
Any pussy boy lack, I’ll strain man’s steam on
Any badboy wannabes get squeezed on
Turn the heat on or cold feet, don
Get thumped in the mouth that you speak greaze from
Man come to the south and you’ll see what we’re on
Nuttin' like dem dons cause I’m really out here
While them batty boys just be hiding in there
I’ll put a sore on man’s lips for talking that shit
You can get your neck blown off
Max ain’t off the roads, I’ve flown off
Call my phone, I’ve turned my ringtone off
Return the call, ring your doorbell with shots
I’m really the most
Three bills, a grenade in the post
No verse’ll make you come close
Real shit, no, it ain’t no hoax
When it’s time to ride, dem boy ghost
But me, I’m in love with the toast
Before I started bringing it on moves
It was shanks and rare naked chokes
But now it’s gun bucks and gun smoke, normal
I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s life if it’s not FT out
Trust me, darg, you don’t wan' draw me out
Cuh me, T, E will be outside, all three out slide
JB’s inside and it hurts my heart
Cuh he would’ve helped me done your clart
But I want him out so I won’t even start, mi done talk
(Free JB
Yeah)
Say it how it is but I ain’t dry snitching
I’m gonna pitch him
On sight, I ain’t on a tock and tick ting
Dem boy dere talking 'bout
They can’t do it till adrenaline’s kicked in
What?
Fuck that, man are lifting, cliff ting
Absent without leave, missing
FT’s so sickening pissening
Pussy weren’t listening so we got rid of him
Think I need Ritalin cuh I’m too hype like a little’un
Do it for the cash, I get it in
If you got a stash, I’ll be there
And it will get teared in a flash
Why you tryna act like you ain’t scared of mash
When we know that your girlfriend’s got you on smash?
Squeeze the hair off your 'tache
Power bomb like Kevin Nash
Don’t turn your back on the wolfpack
Cuh when we beat off then your fassy will fall flat