Mad max by Jrunk Lyrics

Where da cash  at
I just pull up smoking dabs all in my math class
All these bitches hella fake and that be mad fax
I just swerve off with the gas I feel like mad max
Feel like mad max
(2x)

No i do not fuck with you
All these bitches hella fuckin
Fake thats what it do
I be stu i swear im tryna cook some food
I just pulled up and i swear im off the fuckin boof
I be with the homies but its still fuck a big group
I be up in honolulu ridin wit no roof
Yuh she chosen me no homie not chosen you
I be smokin fruit and yo bitch rub up on me too

And i swear to god that i dont fuck with no lames aye
Yuh she wear my chain but she
Just fuck for the fame aye
Yuh i pull up and i swear they all
Know my name aye
Yuh i got that drip i
Swear it look like a stain aye
All these bitches fuckin cap
I swear thats just fax aye
Bitches stab you in the back
But dont care bout that aye
Yuh i swear im smokin fat
I got me a sack aye
I be tryna count them racks
And travel the map aye

Where da cash at
I just pull up smoking dabs all in my math class
All these bitches hella fake and that be mad fax
I just swerve off with the gas i feel like mad max
Feel like mad max
(2x)