Kawa Tgm - Mad Max (feat. I.Z!) Lyrics

Ayo, watch me do that moon walk (walk)
Reefer got me to the moon (reefer)
I just be f*cking all these bitches you be jerking to
Nigga pick a book up, learn the fundamentals (mentals)
Tell a stupid nigga, mf I told you stay in school
Just cause kawa done it nigga, that don't-that don't make it cool
Slang D for three weeks, now she got a K tattoo
All my niggas versatile, some they dress like Pirus
Pulled up in a new 'atcheww' boy f*ck yo sinus
Nigga put the cup down, mix lean with calypso
Why thee hoes be fake bad, bitch you'll never be a stripper
Play this bitch and still gon say he rap like he a teenager (play)
Yeah I love my main b, we f*ck like the jetsons (aii)
Do you like my sawn off, handle shaped like chloe
New school thottie on to me, yeah she look like kalii
Neck so f*cking tender (tender), look girl what you done to me
Told my broski leave that trap, trap trap leave you in a can
He tried to feed her lobster, but she f*ck with trappers (trap)
She know that's a red flag, my shit blow up like a fire cracker
I'm like mad max with some racks man and a bad b
Catch me in the trap, bitch Legacy Records
Tristan Thompson, what they call me
Cause I act superficial, when I slang bricks
Not just gonna pull this stick out, CCTV (pull the stick out)
Bro tryna stick his head out, I'll assist him, Scottie Pippen

Look, it's I.Z (ha-ha)
Pull the stick out, pull the stick out (pull the stick out)
Look, make her pull the stick I get f*cking lit
Shawtie under me she suckin dick, getting f*cking lit (lit)
And I'm sliding on the beat like it's FIFA
Baddie lil bitch, on her knees like a healer
I'mma spin up on the trackers, they know what it's me (me)
Me and all my niggas ball, we don't shoot for free (for free)
And we make sure we gon' grind hard in the ski
Nigga moving Ali, Nike sauce then alley
Shawtie, she love the vibe now, shawtie love the vibe now
Can I go and hide now, yeah my niggas overseas we wid it cuz we high now
Yeah you know we taking all the drinks, we getting lit now
Came up from the jane no finch (Uhh), no stick
Shawtie getting lit, man she love to get it in
And she know that I.Z he balling hard like veteran (a veteran)
In the field like bellerin, I get the packs I'm selling it
Shawtie with me, and she wanna sip on the pink, ain't no whitney
And she lookin' baddie man it's keisha, man it's brittney (that's brittney)
And she lovin', she movin' houston like she whitney
I.Z, diamonds looking pricey
Bad bitch, ice on wrists I'm looking nicely
Cheques out, on the board, nigga do like nike
Overseas like Casey, Ibiza wanna find me
She feisty, touchin' on the dick
Get the money, getting rich
Yet niggas talkin' what they saying
Yeah you know my niggas in the kitchen cookin' get it in