Mad Max - Ay Em

Mad Max, war in the hood, PTSD, gettin' flashbacks

While my babe’s in the Wraith, might make a tape on the dashcam

I still fuck with the yay, I tucked it away in the backpack, mm

I’m on a wave, hey, wave, I got a feeling

Cash stack hittin' the ceiling, bless me like I be sneezin'

Gotta thank God I’m breathin', I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin'

Wavy, that’s how I’m feelin', cash stack hittin' the ceiling

I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin'

in the Rolls-Royce truck with the windows tinted, slidin'

I’m slidin' out, 'bout to hide this grab, I can’t get indicted

Do I gotta remind 'em? Still I did the best of both like hybrids

Hm, yeah, I want the finer things, but I don’t want this life

My cup filled up with ice, beats got the windows shook

Gotta get this gringo gone, had to keep the windows shut

Hoping nothing goes wrong

Out gettin' this slab, get it gone the same day

Broski eat, I eat, same way, now I see views like the cinema chain

Bitch on my line tryna fuck up my day

I see she’s just tryna ruin my wave (Oh-oh)

Caught up in feelings, but that wasn’t the aim

What she don’t get, I don’t make money legitimate ways

Look, I’ve got to go, I’m doing that road like

Mad Max, war in the hood, PTSD, gettin' flashbacks

While my babe’s in the Wraith, might make a tape on the dashcam

I still fuck with the yay, I tucked it away in the backpack, mm

I’m on a wave, hey, wave, I got a feeling

Cash stack hittin' the ceiling, bless me like I be sneezin'

Gotta thank God I’m breathin', I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin'

Wavy, that’s how I’m feelin', cash stack hittin' the ceiling

I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin'