Текст Max B – Secret To Score / Out On Bail

Light a spliff of the piff and put the pedal to the floor
Imma ride on you mother fuckas like never before
See cause all my niggas ride, Gain Green, you ain’t Thug Life, you ain’t no what this gang mean
I can tell you what it means, it’s bud and guns

Heard them cats say I ain’t comin back
Nigga they heard that I was finished
I’m back better than ever
I’m back to handle my business
I’m back with the vengeance
Caught em slippin, crept up behind em
Hear them paramedics wrapped him up like an Anaconda
He ain’t comin’ back, mother fucker nigga me neither
That’s the past, leave it behind
I’mma put it beneath em
These niggas think they can see me
My story deeper, I copped him a quarter-pint and he told me the 40 cheaper
You niggas is enemies and I ain’t showing no pity
When I bomb, bitches they kiss and tell me my dick is pretty
The burner will leave em smelly
The burner’s under the Pelle
Just peep the game and know you niggas learned it from Biggavelli

Light a spliff of the piff and put the pedal to the floor
Imma ride on you mother fuckas like never before
See cause all my niggas ride, Gain Green, you ain’t Thug Life, you ain’t no what this gang mean
I can tell you what it means, it’s bud and guns
Never label me boujee nigga I come from the slums
It’s Biggavelli baby I got this shit in a smash

Nigga look out, I’m out the pen
I ain’t come home from the bull
I’ll bail out it again, so fuck what you thought
Never take this shit for granted
That’s why I stuff an O of the Sour D just in case I ever get a minute
Man these mother fuckas tried to take me out the game for good
Tried to two-trouble them bitches and now he can’t come to the hood
He back out in the raw, told him go fuck his momma
The only ego he stroking is Jesus and the Boss
Shoulda known Biggavell was popping back up on the scene
Niggas look mad, ya’ll supposed to be happy I’m free
You traded your soul for riches (yeah)
Just like a co-defendant, bitches thats on the stand begging for my forgiveness
They sitting on legal woes, and I dont need you hoes
Paper plating these niggas food for thoughts, now I feed you flows, oh (oh)
Nigga yous a disgrace to this shit
If hip hops dead, my dick in your bitch, gotta love me (oww)

Light a spliff of the piff and put the pedal to the floor
Imma ride on you mother fuckas like never before
See cause all my niggas ride, Gain Green, you ain’t Thug Life, you ain’t no what this gang mean
I can tell you what it means, it’s bud and guns
Never label me boujee nigga I come from the slums
It’s Biggavelli baby I got this shit in a smash
You niggas be sucking dick im in it for the cash