The Tsunami (Jim Jones diss) Lyrics – Max B

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[Chorus: Max B]
You n!ggas is bulls*it
Get hit with a full clip
Don’t fu*k with my money
(Don’t fu*k with my money)
Tryna fu*k my wave up
Ya’ll better pay up
I’m the tsunami (I’m the tsunami)
Got the four got the fifth
Got the four P-89
Got the Tommy (Got the tommy)
I was Charlie Rambo with the hood

I sold crack to your m*mmy (Sold crack to your m*mmy)

[Verse 1: Max B]
Should’ve had your mouth white
Like sucking on glass d!ck
How many you need?
I’m down to my last 6
You last pick
I’m the first place draft pick
B!tch n!gga, you about to get your ass kicked
Classic, thats what I give every bar
People strategy, Chrissy she love me
Jimmy he mad at m
radually, I do it every single time
After every single song
All thesе b!tches ‘wanna bone
All thesе b!tches in the wrong
I’m thirsty for bigger checks
Heavy in the loot
Gotti lit me a cigarette
‘Ridin on paper plates
I’m on the paper chase
Load the semi up
Hit your face with it
Quick to take your cake, if you think so

Blink slow, Ima get you good
N!ggas love me cause I’m in the hood
Wish a n!gga would, try to play me out
And Ima put you down, round low (Low)
And I like to beat you down slow (Ohhh)

[Chorus: Max B]
You n!ggas is bulls*it
Get hit with a full clip
Don’t fu*k with my money (Don’t fu*k with my $)
Tryna fu*k my wave up
Ya’ll better pay up
I’m the tsunami (I’m the tsunami)
Got the four got the fifth
Got the four P-89
Got the Tommy (Got the tommy)
I was Charlie Rambo with the hood
I sold crack to your m*mmy (Sold crack to your m*mmy)

[Verse 2: Al Pac]
I make it do what it do
N!ggas fu*k with my loot
The shotgun will go off in your booth
ByrdGang n!ggas ‘fu*kin with who?
B!tches not in my league
Its Al Gotti and I run these streets
And I hope you mothafu*kers is ready
Play around with my ‘fetti
I pop the top and put a shot in your belly
Gain Greene n!ggas fu*k up the party
Its Al Pac and Charlie
Pass the Grand Cru, Fu*k the Bacardi
And we smoking on nothing but dour
‘Bout to ride on these cowards
Who the fu*k gonna split the violenc
ot no choice but to give me respect
B!tch Im one of the best
If you disagree I’ll put 1 in your chest
Al Gotti put the dump on your set
Stash the body in Jersey
A hood n!gga but the b!tches love me owww

[Chorus: Max B]
You n!ggas is bulls*it
Get hit with a full clip
Don’t fu*k with my money
(Don’t fu*k with my money)
Tryna fu*k my wave up
Ya’ll better pay up
I’m the tsunami (I’m the tsunami)
Got the four got the fifth
Got the four P-89
Got the Tommy (Got the tommy)
I was Charlie Rambo with the hood
I sold crack to your m*mmy (Sold crack to your m*mmy)

[Verse 3: Max B]
I hope you understand the protocol
He be acting like he know it all
Take a dozen more
Make the 100 and blow it all
Quarterback, slide up out your pocket and throw the ball (Brady)
Go get more
Back full of bread bring 20 out
Industry every 2 weeks, packages sent to me
Best to check your history (Check your history)
You History
Dust that n!gga off, now he history (Listen to me)
Couple on the pinky
Couple on the (??)
Muffler on the (??)
Thank me, for saving hip hop
Get your s*it shot
Big Glock
Get your s*it rocked
I’m like the Alfred Hitchcock
You don’t really want it with the Boss Don
I can press your team just with one bar
I never keep the gun far
I never keep a slum car (Nah nah)
750 beam L.I
N!ggas dress up like the Mail Guy (Rideeee)

[Chorus: Max B]
You n!ggas is bulls*it
Get hit with a full clip
Don’t fu*k with my money
(Don’t fu*k with my money)
Tryna fu*k my wave up
Ya’ll better pay up
I’m the tsunami (I’m the tsunami)
Got the four got the fifth
Got the four P-89
Got the Tommy (Got the tommy)
I was Charlie Rambo with the hood
I sold crack to your m*mmy (Sold crack to your m*mmy)

[Outro: Max B]
Got these n!ggas all quiet and s*it
Al Pac man
Sound so great together
We like magic in a bottle baby
Can’t stop it
It’s Gain Greene
Oh this just the appetizer baby
Wait ’till yall get that domain pain
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Two point Five
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