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Verse 1: Yo, Frankie’s dog, Max, think he runnin' the block, But that little pup’s just barkin', all bark, no rock. Got a tiny little frame, but he actin' all tough, Tryna flex on the scene, but he ain't hard enough. Chillin' in the yard, thinkin' he the king, But when I roll through, man, he don't wanna swing. Paw on the ground, but he ain't got a clue, Max, you a pup, man, what you gonna do? Verse 2: Sniffin' at my kicks, better watch your step, 'Cause I ain't playin' games, you ain't earned my rep. Chasin' after tails, thinkin' you a beast, But I'm the real deal, you a snack, I'm the feast. Barkin' at the moon, but you ain't got the bite, Max, step back, this ain't your fight. So take your little toys, go fetch and retreat, 'Cause this ain't a playground, you can't handle the heat.