The Underachievers – Maxing Out Lyrics
Me and my niggas just maxing out
Passing weed till we're passing out
Motherfucking gods better watch your mouths
Do you know what the fuck my gang about?
Rolling up, floating up
That LSD, that potent drug
Got a nigga blowing up like Op-rah
If you don't know God, let me show you brah!
Let me show you brah!
If you ain't with us!
Let me show you brah
If you ain't with us!
All my living gods they fuck with us
All my queen bitches, they know what's up
If you ain't with the life, get the fuck from us
On some third eye shit, what you putting up
[Verse 1: AK]
Lucy got me lucid, sour diesel, power refill, uh
Due to the fact I rap she confess her love for a nigga
While you staring through the peep hole ..by the ego
We float, nigga bow down to the beast coast
We smoke by the P, so we ghost
You ain't kno, maxing out, packs are loud at the shows
Mapped it out, indigo route nigga
Soul glow gold, you know what I'm talkin bout
Deep inside lil homie free your mind
And try to deep the shine of your elite design
Peep the signs, nigga the weak get conquered
So I yoga the flame until I bluffer the Blanka
Releasing the pain, I shook ya bitch so obnoxious
Popped shit off nigga this goon squad got us
Lawd! Who gonna stop me now?
Third eye, chop em down!
Dark shades on, I don't see these clowns
Elevated niggas, you stuck to the ground!
UA, you tight, UA
We recruit guys and utilize our brains
From the rise of the most high, nigga fuck fame
And Flatbush be the block which we came from
Ain't shit changed with the income
It's 2012, niggas still dumb
My dick super soft, and she still cum
Bust off, Lara Croft, homie ain't done
Till a hundred million souls get uplifted
47 shit bitch demons on the hit list, bow
6th sense knock a nigga down
I'll be puffing loud on a cloud maxing out
[Verse 2: Issa Dash]
Herb shuttles you know I'm faded
Sour diesel, high upon this spaceship
Smoking loud, yeah, a nigga hate it
I roll it up and now nigga face it!
Yeah, a nigga face it
I ain't pass the shit, and nigga ain't no paying
Higher conscious, mellow waves
Pull it up, mother fucker, got weed for days!
Lil niggas can't hang with us
Roll the whole zip, nigga, ain't no rush
Two straight niggas taste better than one
Pass both spliffs, I’m getting fucked up
Rolling up on that indo
Put a little hashish, so we hit slow
I ain't giving two grams cause we ain't broke
Four nigga's in the room so we burn four
One man to a spliff rolling dolo
And if a couple bitches come we gonna give 'em more
And if we're feeling get drunk get the rose moe
And I'll be sipping that lean, it got me slow mo
I'm getting high, trap my body and free my mind
Clear the negative that's inside
This weed is strong, though you know my style!
Lamping up on that cannabis
Got a nigga frozed up like manequins
With shit so long can't handle it
Got a hit so strong, she's passing it
I'm laughing shit, on my black lil back
.. passing it
Got the nod, nod I master it
I make the moves cause we have to win
I rep all like an activist!
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