MAAAD

[Chorus: Merky ACE] Everyone talk good game But it don't really faze me (nah) Dem man dere ain't mad like Max Dem boy dere not merky like ACE, B (never) And dem gyal wotless Lying on their back, bawling like a baby (joke ting) Where's your father? Man ain't no sponsor Eff you, pay me [Verse 1: Merky ACE] Two man deep in a rusty ACE with the Smith, brats with a crutchy Thinking you're mad like Max? Then you must be You can take a nap right here with the dust, B I hit the sack with a great ting that's busty Big back brown ting, tell her draw the curtains Touch, get crunched down, then I do the dip [?] in side pocket with zip Stash box inna whip Bun twelve, I don't slip Reasoning 'bout seasoning On the phone with Santoro, that's VI Ting what me have are a magnum PI Turners turn a big man to a knee-high Me nuh inna rough talk, watch when you see I Or watch when I rendezvous with your peoples Talk that tark, you don't know what road is Screaming "you tek it too far" when I scold him Steading the ting like [?] Heavy in the ting like boulder And dem man struggle with bowling It's not their phone that I'm phoning Ring the doorbell when they're home in [?] Bare time, you must be joking Can't chill when I'm on that, ghosting is what you should do Cause I'll zone in on your location Then I roll in, camp outside, push inside Ting called home controlling They didn't like me when I made phones ring And shot 'nuff, bring bros in Now I'm out here, they're all moaning Too tough, careful what you wish for They say grind less and just spit more Don't wanna know what you tek this ting for Beef less, mince more, flog ting Swing jaw, kick door, think raw Not no more, said you got turners, you ain't got no four Too busy talking on the phone with skettel Mine turns skin inna sting like nettles You nuh wan' see Max get M-A-D [Chorus: Merky ACE] Everyone talk good game But it don't really faze me (nah) Dem man dere ain't mad like Max Dem boy dere not merky like ACE, B (never) And dem gyal wotless Lying on their back, bawling like a baby (joke ting) Where's your father? Man ain't no sponsor Eff you, pay me [Verse 2: Merky ACE] Man are chiefed up right down to the posture Real recognise imposter Know real Gs from the east like Trubs and Foster Got a nice car but you ain't no mobster Go out for a meal, get slumped in your lobster Certified badman, you weren't on the roster Likkle man can get his wig left in Devon, at his mum's house or in Poplar I'll never run from a war like Sickers Stick it on a likkle man's chest like Good behaviour stickers Par with dem boy dere? I'll karma dem boy dere Straight out of Lewi, not Swindon Turning some grub what the don's on Try it, then I spin him in the air like Rondon I licked out his car windows And found his home address on his Tom-Tom Checkmate Man are outchea, me nuh care what no fed say Might tell a dead ting that she's wifey To use her house to go park off this kway Thug but you ain't caused harm till this day Something in my palm cause this, mate Roll it in my wrist till I'm sleeping, woke up with wrist ache Soak it in 'gnac overnight, 'bout it's fake Took it off dome cause he's chick-made Lewisham, Gaza, come like Whipsnade And dem gyal could never have my yout Got a big butt but when's the last time A hot milk in that yard's been made? Let's take it back to when I had a skin fade Gyal came my hood Deep times, it's two weeks since I did baid Real T boy, no kid's play Blue Battlefield, not mixtape Trade big break, not brick-lay Bermondsey, not Brick Lane Wrap it all up, then switch place TG to the sale Mad Max is ACE [Bridge: Merky ACE] Baow, baow Mad Max, get bax Tizzy Gang [Chorus: Merky ACE] Everyone talk good game But it don't really faze me (nah) Dem man dere ain't mad like Max Dem boy dere not merky like ACE, B (never) And dem gyal wotless Lying on their back, bawling like a baby (joke ting) Where's your father? Man ain't no sponsor Eff you, pay me