[Intro]
(Whatcha Doin Max?)

[Chorus]
You on that drill without no pill, boy why you look so nervous?
Don't think too much just up your pipe and shoot, make sure he hurtin'
Don't close your eyes when you on route, make sure you aim and hurt
It's Tuesday night, bro just got shot, fuck 12, we out here lurkin'
Purgin', and G-Boy lurkin' with me on they block, we tryna close the curtain
He claimed that body but ain't do it, that's why he got murdered
We ain't have to spin, she gave that drop, that Louis bag was worth it
Walk down, hit him with a lot of shots and get that glizzy twerkin'

[Verse]
We stand on business, folksnem aim official, hollows rip through tissue
We'll get with you, all that IG gangster typing get me tricky
They already mentioned Sweets a couple times, my finger itchin'
Scratch the witness, what's his name get on that job if it's a witness
I heard lil' bro just got shot, it's about that time to get some vengeance
We got all the pistols, FN, TECs, them 9's and Glocks with switches
Chalk the talkin', start the Lacom, extubated off these drugs
Heard he put gang inside his wood, let's go and roll his dumbass up
Ride through that side like, "Why they ain't outside, these n***as just was live?"
I call his chick like "Where the fuck they go, we just left off they block?"
She said "They posted up, right by the laundromat, parked by the side"
"Make sure you hide, 'cause he know what your car look like and do it right"
I flame up, tired of stimulatin' my mind, mask up, grip on my pipe
Tell my lil' homie, "This between us, come on, let's go take a life"
We wait impatiently, police ain't savin' him, he gon' get clapped
We on his head like I got paid or some', for bro we need get back
Check on my mag, make sure the bullets right, this ghost glizzy might jam
This ho a fan, we she call back my phone, hop out and with that mask
No face, no case, free Guwop, pound thirty for this, why they got jammed
I can't go back, I know my judge hate me, every time I bond out cash
There he go, comin' out by himself, come on, let's go, get out
Walk him down, don't shoot from far away, that's why we both got pound
Get up real close, if it look like he strapped, G-Boy gon' blow him down
Ayy, there he go, he couldn't get nowhere, you heard the glizzy sound
[Chorus]
You on that drill without no pill, boy why you look so nervous?
Don't think too much just up your pipe and shoot, make sure he hurtin'
Don't close your eyes when you on route, make sure you aim and hurt
It's Tuesday night, bro just got shot, fuck 12, we out here lurkin'
Purgin', and G-Boy lurkin' with me on they block, we tryna close the curtain
He claimed that body but ain't do it, that's why he got murdered
We ain't have to spin, she gave that drop, that Louis bag was worth it
Walk down, hit him with a lot of shots and get that glizzy twerkin'