[Intro] Paul Couture what’s good baby It’s that energy you need We working
[Verse 1: Max B] I got a couple, of scoops they ran a nigga a K (K) I did a verse and a hook, I made a hundred today But it really don’t matter, baby, I’m coming to play I just finished the meal but I want another plate Man I sure do miss it, talking my slick shit Get those pancakes, flicking the Bisquick Baby a thick bitch, good lord A nigga could go raw but I wouldn’t wanna risk it Wifey would kill me, probably divorce me Two hundred fifty thou, five hundred horses Living this life a nigga would get caught Life’s a box of pasta you don’t want no sauce Been to hell with the judge, I don’t wanna go to court Got a bottle of Hennessy while I’m smoking port Got the K out the window nigga I’m holding a thought Got your bitch on the pole, I be fucking up a sport Then I hop in the G6, Beamers deep dish Fuck the police, middle finger to the precinct Riding me wave, a bitch’ll get seasick I knew the bitch would tell, this is some deep shit Got the game on lockdown, came up from lock down Put on a couple bitches that came from the block oww Nigga we raided all your town From Harlem to CT, nigga they need me cause
[Chorus: Max B] Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge I’m not tryna lose my head Fucking with the Boss Don Nigga you get shot man I’m not tryna lose my head
[Verse 2: French Montana] No love lost, baby just don’t push us, haaa It’s like jungle sometimes it make me wonder Why you wanna see me under in a cell with a number Pray for me, got it tatted on my body They gonna see Illuminati when I pop up in a gotti Can’t trust a bitch switching sides they conniving Throw the money blind from a g5 I told her, high roller Getting head from two crazy bitches, bipolar Ride dolo Had to hustle on them packs off of stamping Before the door cracked, I’ll be back in a second I been around the world, na ya ya You know them boys started wavy I don’t know, nah I don’t know, why Why why they keep player hatin I just did have to get no lessons Put me with the bestest, shorty head majesty Grand comp course with a hundred fifty cash Call me Grandmaster Flash Montana gonna blast on whoever It’s not who get it, it’s about who last Silk Moroccan hash let biggaveli blast Why dash on them suckers Hit the game robbery with no mask Montana
[Chorus: Max B] Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge I’m not tryna lose my head Fucking with the Boss Don Nigga you get shot man I’m not tryna lose my head Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge I’m not tryna lose my head Fucking with the Boss Don Nigga you get shot man I’m not tryna lose my head