Muzascorner - Maximum

(Aye turn my headphones up real quick)
(Alright, alright)
(You know what the fuck going on, yeah)
(Yeah)
Aye, aye, Ima go up to the maximum (To the top, yeah)
Running to the top in the freshest trackpants (Aye, yeah, what)
You know I ain't really flexin', but (You know I never flex)
Im wearing Anas Faiz pants matching the waistband (Aha)
I see you stuck on the minimum (Bro you better get up)
Tour de France to success, driving with no hands (No)
No hoes in my dm's, got no time for texting, but (I don't)
I stay oldschool, spending hours in 'em phone cells (Brrt brrt)
Counting purple paper, the prey of the paper chaser (Cash)
Purple got me thinking slow, two bottles we've been facing (Two bottles)
Still moving fast, so I pull up in a speedracer (Skrrt skrrt)
The police stop us so we run and throw the gas away (Yuh)
But still we countin' the K (Forreal)
Blowin' two ounces a day (Yuh)
Bitch get the fuck out my way (Why?)
I'm doin' the race like Tay-K (Skrrt)
I'm runnin' I'm runnin' in oldschool Vans (Yuh)
Stuffin' the money in my Stoney pants
Rockin' no Gucci my style is advanced (Yuh)
Been callin' that shawty and now she be dancing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit, those jeans make her booty so fancy (Goddamn)
The way that she moves is amazing
She like a cake, hot and tasty (Slurp)
She got a beautiful face (Oh shit)
Facetime with her got me wasted (Yuh)
After we done I roll up, and now I'm feeling like we in a spaceship (Zoom)
Getting my clothes for the low, been fucking your girl straight after the show (You already know)
Denim on my clothes (Aha), been painting on it, looks like some tattoos (Yuh)
Chains on my neck drippin' so wet, Jordan 4's been caging my toes (That drip)
Cuttin' the check just for a test, throw the money all on the floor (Cash nigga)
Ima go up to the maximum (To the top)
Running to the top in the freshest trackpants (Yeah, yeah, what)
You know I ain't really flexin', but (You know I never flex)
I'm wearing Anas Faiz pants matching the waistband (Yuh yuh)
I see you stuck on the minimum (Boy you better get up)
Tour de France to success, driving with no hands (Yuh yuh)
No hoes in my dm's, got no time for texting, but (Never never)
I stay oldschool, spending hours in 'em phone cells (Aye, brrt brrt)
Ima go up to the maximum (To the fucking top)
Running to the top in the freshest trackpants (Runnin', runnin')
You know I ain't really flexin', but (You know I never flex)
I'm wearing Anas Faiz pants matching the waistband (What)
I see you stuck on the minimum (Boy you better get up)
Tour de France to success, driving with no hands (Aye, yuh yuh)
No hoes in my dm's, got no time for texting, but (Never never never)
I stay oldschool, spending hours in 'em phone cells (Aye, brrt brrt)

Written by:
Musa Borkowski

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