Rosary - Max B

I try to tell em it was real, My nigga he wouldn’t listen

Now he set up wit 10 to 20, Sitten up in the prision

Just finished readin ya kype

It said «Max you gon' be alright…

Just hold ya head and continue to write

Continue to fight»

They need me nigga this ain’t a free-bee

Biggavel rated R yall niggas is PG

We push the sixes, Wit the gat in the back

Never fallin off, Never got slack in my mac

All ya bitches they attracted to Max

All they wanna do is suck a dick

Boss Don pimp I’m on sum other shit

Gettin this money reapin the benefits im lovin it

Thuggin it, sizzurp and remy baby I fucks wit it

I ain’t tryna bluff wit the tooley, Baby im bussin it

Tie em up and beat until we think its enough of it

And I ain’t done wit it, M.O.B nigga I ain’t cuffin it

The block’s still hot, I ain’t huggin it (nawwhh)

Nigga you better grip ya rosaries

If you think of gettin close to me

I’mma fix a nigga up

I’mma hit the nigga up

The fifth lift a nigga up owwwww

Nigga you better grip ya rosaries

If you think of gettin close to me

I’mma fix a nigga up

I’mma hit the nigga up

The fifth lift a nigga up owwwww

(Bridge)

This for my niggas in the can

My niggas thats doin' time

Hustlin for corner to corner

My niggas on the grind

Hold ya head lil nigga, You’ll get ya time

Hold ya head lil nigga, You’ll get ya shine

Stick up kids run the streets

Then be grown be on the phone

Nigga run up on ya home put 3 in ya dome

Put 7 on the pinky, Put 3 on the stone

You better leave them boys alone

This shit is gettin lovely

My niggas they gettin ugly

Screamin they gettin hungry for chow

And these niggas they gettin money

It’s kinda funny, I managed to live it lavish

Couldn’t get a couple dollars from niggas when I ain’t have it

Now I’m takin trips out to paris, Flyin into da night

G-550 45 hundred a flight, least 9−50 45 hundred a flight

Baby lick da balls let it glide under the pipe

You see me on my pimp strut

See me wit the fifth tucked

See me back it out when there drama and let the shit bust (nawwhh, nuhh-uh)

I ain’t never bitch up

Cops tryna connect me to murder, they say they got my picture

Give a hundred grand to them bitches

Tell em hit the buildin

This the first of the month, baby we fittina make a killin (yeaa)

I make it look it easy, I know yo niggas hate me

Eat a dick and get you a glance of the milliow dollar baby (owwwwww)

My honeys they tell me im in my swag

Got the piff lit while she blowin me in her jag

Baby this dick it cost it cost a g

Gimmie money for cabs

Cause M-luddie on the corner

He need sum money for slabs

They love my music, They say its a good look

Keep ya bars up to speed, And you stay wit sum good hooks

Lemme show you the definiton of a thug

We make it rain and get it poppin everytime we in the club

(Bridge)

Outro

Yea fuckin wit this one baby… got the game kinda off balance right now

But you kno… keep up the speed.

doin it for Gaine Greene ya kno

Dipset… Its Ya boy Biggavel just displayin my Versatility gotta love it

Say it to em again baby, talk to em