[Chorus: Max B]
Tote guns for me
Hold me down
I want to be expunged for me
Roll me a pound
She makes love to me
Blow me down
Come with me
Let me show you around
[Verse 1: Max B]
I let the semi get your chest swollen
Flows like Henny with Redbulls
You can get your best goons
I had your baby moms getting skeet in the restroom
Listen up, it's only one Biggavel
You niggas that duplicate
Music making niggas rejuvenate
Cruising through the state, pistol low underneath Mel
Cops pull me over, they 'gonna do me at least 12
Now that's going out real nasty
These lil niggas weak and I never let them pass me
Max B talk that flashy
Raspy all my niggas is ghetto, but all my bitches is classy
Exactly, your rap sheet couldn't get at me
Put your feet in the sauces, turn your favorite to snack meat
Everywhere boss go, we pack heat
I'm fresh off the plane, I'm back weak
[Chorus: Max B]
Tote guns for me
Hold me down
I want to be expunged for me
Roll me a pound
She makes love to me
Blow me down
Come with me
Let me show you around
[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
I'm comfy, knowing there's a million on the wave
If there's a will, there's a way
If there's a scale, there's some yay
Niggas willing to pay, a town that ain't been found
A spot that they can open up
And I'ma find it, and juice it like a coconut
I'm coco-nuts, I can smell when the scale's round
Niggas living a lie, chasing they tail round
In circles, my music perf-cue
If I ever sold dreams to the fiends, I'll reimburse you
What's a felony to a nigga with no record?
Put a weapon on bullshit, eight months
Nigga, my gangsta card ain't been pulled once
And I'm heavy with the broads, I pull stunts
It's Stack, my man, you ain't never got hit with a half
Half a week, brought it back, my man
Max, my man, need a hell of a run
Papa 'gotta be proud, he got a hell of a son
[Chorus: Max B]
Tote guns for me
Hold me down
I want to be expunged for me
Roll me a pound
She makes love to me
Blow me down
Come with me
Let me show you around
[Verse 3: Mel Matrix]
Either you in or you out
Once you're in, ain't no out
You know what it's about, when them problems come about
But you can't get mislead
Focus, get bread or slugs will hit heads
'Cause now shit done hit the fan
My left hand got work, my right hand the can
Money done slowed up, the D's blocked the spot
Niggas penny pinching, niggas scheming on the rocks
So I'm gripping on the Glocks, tryna hold a calm head
'Bout to go bananas, it's bout to be a code red
Badass bitch, gripping the wheel
While I'm smoking purple, homie, gripping the steel
I'm on my Bonnie and Clyde shit
Keep my bitch with me, on some side by side shit
Never tell me chill, she ready to ride shit
D's behind the car, stuff work in the thighs quick
[Chorus: Max B]
Tote guns for me
Hold me down
I want to be expunged for me
Roll me a pound
She makes love to me
Blow me down
Come with me
Let me show you around