Personal by MaxThaDemon Lyrics
[Hook:Max](x2)
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
He dont die on the spot he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched it get personal
Get em up close he get knocked off his vertical
[Verse:Max]
Pop out, whole gang pop out
Dont get dropped down tryna run up
We feening to do it
They walk with the 9 but dont use it
Keep spinning their block we loopin the block like im jewish
2 4 blunts of hittas for KObe
Chop on my waist not a man that control me
{?}
Nights on the roof, not a night I was lonely
Keep a shooter around im a trophy
With the left he gon' shoot like Ginobili
Spin a block on a hoe with my shorties
Run when I come and get shells out the .40
Bullets burning and he yelling and screaming
One in the legs and the bullets will teach him
If they mention the gang then im creeping
Beef with my block have you leaving a vegan
Cock it back i put 1 in the head
See an opp and he drop I put 1 in his head
We dont talk on the net we just come in instead
Fuck the talkin, we stalkin they pumpin the shells
Keep a vest til lil bro hit his legs and his head
Check the news for the news when they callin him dead
We still up on the score and thats word to my dead
They got back everytime and thats word to the set like...
[Hook:Ciggy Black](x2)
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
We gon circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White he get touched it get personal
He gon die on the spot fuck a surgical
[Verse:Ciggy]
Talk on gang then we leavin him dead
Metal jackets is locking his dreads
Vertical flippin and he missing his step
Think thats a story gon bring out the feds
And just pass me the nina instead
With a 30
Got the work from the dirt do em dirty
Ima off me a 30 not a perky
Nigga touchin his body think he nervous
Body bluffin his body bullets purgin
Choppa full loaded while im burstin
And no asking for mercy why you with him
2 for 1 you got added on a mission
Cuz I can't leave a witness
Hollows twistin up his stomach, thats chores for the surgeon
Our block, we spin we rehearsed it
Send shots left it posted
Perfect aim got his name cuz he focused
Got skills while he throwin
Shooters reck and my gerbers is purgin
Its urgent inside em
You can see that they been thru some pain
They some monstas
And my demon is special ed, special needs so i give him meds
Ain't no boredom they drill instead
Mommas crying the scene will get drastic
Pop up tips but the weapon is plastic
He get striked for his acting
Body stretch like elastic
[Hook:Ciggy Black](x2)
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
We gon circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White he get touched it get personal
He gon die on the spot fuck a surgical
[Hook:Max](x2)
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
He dont die on the spot he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched it get personal
Get em up close he get knocked off his vertical
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
He dont die on the spot he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched it get personal
Get em up close he get knocked off his vertical
[Verse:Max]
Pop out, whole gang pop out
Dont get dropped down tryna run up
We feening to do it
They walk with the 9 but dont use it
Keep spinning their block we loopin the block like im jewish
2 4 blunts of hittas for KObe
Chop on my waist not a man that control me
{?}
Nights on the roof, not a night I was lonely
Keep a shooter around im a trophy
With the left he gon' shoot like Ginobili
Spin a block on a hoe with my shorties
Run when I come and get shells out the .40
Bullets burning and he yelling and screaming
One in the legs and the bullets will teach him
If they mention the gang then im creeping
Beef with my block have you leaving a vegan
Cock it back i put 1 in the head
See an opp and he drop I put 1 in his head
We dont talk on the net we just come in instead
Fuck the talkin, we stalkin they pumpin the shells
Keep a vest til lil bro hit his legs and his head
Check the news for the news when they callin him dead
We still up on the score and thats word to my dead
They got back everytime and thats word to the set like...
[Hook:Ciggy Black](x2)
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
We gon circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White he get touched it get personal
He gon die on the spot fuck a surgical
[Verse:Ciggy]
Talk on gang then we leavin him dead
Metal jackets is locking his dreads
Vertical flippin and he missing his step
Think thats a story gon bring out the feds
And just pass me the nina instead
With a 30
Got the work from the dirt do em dirty
Ima off me a 30 not a perky
Nigga touchin his body think he nervous
Body bluffin his body bullets purgin
Choppa full loaded while im burstin
And no asking for mercy why you with him
2 for 1 you got added on a mission
Cuz I can't leave a witness
Hollows twistin up his stomach, thats chores for the surgeon
Our block, we spin we rehearsed it
Send shots left it posted
Perfect aim got his name cuz he focused
Got skills while he throwin
Shooters reck and my gerbers is purgin
Its urgent inside em
You can see that they been thru some pain
They some monstas
And my demon is special ed, special needs so i give him meds
Ain't no boredom they drill instead
Mommas crying the scene will get drastic
Pop up tips but the weapon is plastic
He get striked for his acting
Body stretch like elastic
[Hook:Ciggy Black](x2)
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
We gon circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White he get touched it get personal
He gon die on the spot fuck a surgical
[Hook:Max](x2)
24 and 8 hollows thats 32
He dont die on the spot he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched it get personal
Get em up close he get knocked off his vertical