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Dougie B - Mad Max Lyrics



Dougie B - Mad Max Lyrics
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[ Featuring TG Crippy ]

(AntiSocial go crazy on these folks)
(HardHeaded, baby)
(Ayo Eli, what the f*ck?)

Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah

I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Pack 30K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact

Like it ain't nothing these niggas could do with me
Bands with the Gucci, Amiri, and Louis V
Ain't no telling
No, you can't bool with me
DOA all my double R's true to me
Like niggas broke and I'm not with the foolery
Catch me a rapper, I'm taking his jewelry
Like Kay-Kay my brother, I know he gon' oot for me
I'm high off the Rah, like you could meet
Oh, you gonna spot 'em, we got 'em, we drop 'em
Like, no talking, we not with the nonsense
Like, Die Y, what's a goon to a goblin?
Like, any problem, I bet I'ma solve it
Gotta be ease, I can't love on a bitch
I got certain reasons I don't trust me a bitch
30s Dougz up, now they say I'm the shit
And these niggas be mad that a young nigga rich

I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Pack 30K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tactv (ah)

Nigga, I put the K to the Y (OYK)
And I put the K after the G (OGK)
OY what? Nigga, OG what?
I can't wait 'til they run into me (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Ya'll ain't never do nothin' to me (do nothin')
Dougie my brother, he dumpin' for free, like (grrah, grrah)
We was broke, now Amiri the jeans
All these bitches gon' f*ck 'cause they know who we be (like, what?)
Big DOA, when I walk in the spot (DOA)
And it's still free Kay, that's the flock (free Kay)
Niggas dumb if they come to my block
'Cause they know me and cuzzy gon' let off some shots (grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
We getting money and ya'll niggas broke (ya'll broke)
F*ck Rah, he died on the phone (died on the phone)
Keep a knock while I'm on my way home
If you run up on me, take a shot to the dome (grrah-grrah)
Sippin' on Wock', pour the Tris'
Late night, wit' yo' bitch
I'm off a Perc', and I'm lit
If you say the wrong thing I'ma flock at yo' wig (grrah-grrah)
Fifth to the Sev, lil' nigga I made that
R.I.P. JB, nigga, that's the Maybach
Stop rappin', 'cause it's straight cap
If it's up, nigga say that
We been flocking at niggas since way back
So if you owe us money, better pay that
Blue flags, money green
Married to money I'm really a fiend
I'm wit' Dougie, can't forget the B
Nigga what, who bigger than we?
F*ck all the opps, niggas know where we be
If ya'll think about spinnin' then nigga let me see
Wait, I just got a Glock wit' a beam
F*ck passin' my shit, I'ma flock out the V
F*ck talkin', we jus gon' hop out the V
Ayo, Dougie, ain't no one bigger than we

I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Pack 30K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact
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(AntiSocial go crazy on these folks)
(HardHeaded, baby)
(Ayo Eli, what the f*ck?)

Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah

I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Pack 30K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact

Like it ain't nothing these niggas could do with me
Bands with the Gucci, Amiri, and Louis V
Ain't no telling
No, you can't bool with me
DOA all my double R's true to me
Like niggas broke and I'm not with the foolery
Catch me a rapper, I'm taking his jewelry
Like Kay-Kay my brother, I know he gon' oot for me
I'm high off the Rah, like you could meet
Oh, you gonna spot 'em, we got 'em, we drop 'em
Like, no talking, we not with the nonsense
Like, Die Y, what's a goon to a goblin?
Like, any problem, I bet I'ma solve it
Gotta be ease, I can't love on a bitch
I got certain reasons I don't trust me a bitch
30s Dougz up, now they say I'm the shit
And these niggas be mad that a young nigga rich

I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Pack 30K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tactv (ah)

Nigga, I put the K to the Y (OYK)
And I put the K after the G (OGK)
OY what? Nigga, OG what?
I can't wait 'til they run into me (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Ya'll ain't never do nothin' to me (do nothin')
Dougie my brother, he dumpin' for free, like (grrah, grrah)
We was broke, now Amiri the jeans
All these bitches gon' f*ck 'cause they know who we be (like, what?)
Big DOA, when I walk in the spot (DOA)
And it's still free Kay, that's the flock (free Kay)
Niggas dumb if they come to my block
'Cause they know me and cuzzy gon' let off some shots (grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
We getting money and ya'll niggas broke (ya'll broke)
F*ck Rah, he died on the phone (died on the phone)
Keep a knock while I'm on my way home
If you run up on me, take a shot to the dome (grrah-grrah)
Sippin' on Wock', pour the Tris'
Late night, wit' yo' bitch
I'm off a Perc', and I'm lit
If you say the wrong thing I'ma flock at yo' wig (grrah-grrah)
Fifth to the Sev, lil' nigga I made that
R.I.P. JB, nigga, that's the Maybach
Stop rappin', 'cause it's straight cap
If it's up, nigga say that
We been flocking at niggas since way back
So if you owe us money, better pay that
Blue flags, money green
Married to money I'm really a fiend
I'm wit' Dougie, can't forget the B
Nigga what, who bigger than we?
F*ck all the opps, niggas know where we be
If ya'll think about spinnin' then nigga let me see
Wait, I just got a Glock wit' a beam
F*ck passin' my shit, I'ma flock out the V
F*ck talkin', we jus gon' hop out the V
Ayo, Dougie, ain't no one bigger than we

I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the fourth, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
Pack 30K or better in the backpack
Thirty sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact
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Writer: Arion Howard, Daniel Akintimoye, Elias Cash Reitzfeld, Jaylen Jackson, Terry Michael Burston
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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