Gaupplin

as I'm chillin' in Unit 10, home of the bangers Chillin' with universe, certifyin' bangers, this is Mad Max True life, no stories, bro, got a lot to say, but I'm startin' off with this, yo When I was younger, yeah, we was real close YPB, one click, one firm, G Now we gettin' all the everything, bout the P's? But the young bucks, they're still on this fuckin' grease Narms on fire, can't chill around the main bits So I can't waste my P, gotta buy me a new stick Walk with my ting, yeah, and I will use it This tuggy life's kinda fuckin' up with my music But if you abuse, your blood will ooze Except for my use, hang off, fuck all to lose This is Madness of Max's, real Danger, man I will be where the cash is, Guapolini, man Guap, Guap, Guapolini, man Guap, Guap, Guapolini, Guapolini Guap, Guap, Guapolini, man Max, Guapolini, Mad Max Guapolini, Madman Guap, Guap, Guapolini, Madman Guap, Guapolini, Guapolini Guap, Guap, Guapolini, man Max, Guapolini, Mad Max Guapolini, Madman Let me introduce myself, yeah, I'm Mad Max M.A.K.A. Guapolini, man Yeah, the swagger done And I treat my clientele nicely Frank Miller on my wrist every time, precisely And if you ever see me in Nike Don't ever get to thinkin' that my chain ain't pricey You can call me religion, from now on I'm Miles Fatt, just call me true or just shut the fuck up And I don't shot the monk And I don't shot the B And I don't shot the whack But I still be counting guap every single night Still be counting guap every single night I'm a real guap, getter man chillin' in disguise For these fake pussy that only have red eyes But I don't give a fuck, cause my ting also has a red eye (blah) Guap, Guap, Guapolini, Madman Guap, Guap, Guapolini, Madman Guap, Guap, Guapolini, Madmax Guap, Guap, Guapolini, Madmax So what? Wapolini Matman That's the niggas getting their guap up, yeah? I'll pop it, yeah? Max They know it's that year, you know? Yeah, you know. You've got to see that.