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[ Maxo Kream]
XDs, Glocks, and Rugers
Clips like rulers, fuck my tutors
Fucked 'round Crip and found his Hoover
Scoot up, shoot him like some hoopers

[Maxo Kream]
Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices
When the opps see me, they're scared
They tryna plea and cop in deuces
Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia
Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps
Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future
Got thug up, suckin' that D
She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie
On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp

Good group, but she a groupie
You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain
He don't claim no game, he a neutral
I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains
Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie

[Maxo Kream]
Shoot clips like Spike Lee movies
Stay with the clips like Pusha T
Draco chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees
Get jacked like Jill, Maxo feelin' lit
Twenty FNs on me
Stashin' doja in a motor, a Toyota's pushin' ki's

[Babyface Ray]
This lil' bitch, she bad but broke, I fuck her, now she useless

I can take a clean cream, watch me chop and screw it
Face mobs swingin' slabs, I am not from Houston
Bitches twerkin', money flyin', 'til they stop the music
Yeah, rich persona
Niggas prima donnas
That glizzy like the night light, I can't sleep without it
Trappin' like it's fight night, watch me beat the block
I pray that you not kissin' her, 'cause she was eatin' cock
Peep the watch, see the bezel, got more Prada than the devil
She said that I ain't shit, well all dogs go to heaven
Lately I been busy, I got AMs in the schedule

Welcome to the mob, I pay your bails if you just catch me

[Maxo Kream]
Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices
When the opps see me, they're scared
They tryna plea and cop in deuces
Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia
Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps
Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future
Got thug up, suckin' that D
She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie
On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp
Good group, but she a groupie
You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain
He don't claim no game, he a neutral
I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains
Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie

[Maxo Kream]
Sip a whole lotta red like Playboi Carti
I hop out the vert with the uzi
I'ma up that pole like a stripper hoe
Then wipe a nigga down like Boosie

[Maxo Kream]
Cops tryna come, Maxo don't run, I'ma hide this dump in her coochie
Search the car, no gun, no drugs
But it smell like runts and pussy
K roll a pint, I'ma cut it like a free agent
Roll a opp up like some za, smoke him, get him cremated
Run out from work, your mom get merked
Don't play me like no goofy
Finessed the jerk, he wanted perks, he really bought some roofies

Put a bag on your bro, they'll tag your toe
With a shitbag full of dookie
Do pick-ups in that Lam truck, do drive-bys in that hooptie
Reup then take a Bentley
Cocaine pill just like Madonna
I keep dog food like a Frenchie, cut with Fenty like Rihanna
Balenciaga, don dada, Mad Max, a shotter
They know we killed their partner but the opps scared to try us

[ Maxo Kream]
We got XDs, Glocks, and Rugers
Clips like rulers, fuck my tutors
Fucked 'round Crip and found his Hoover
Scoot up, shoot him like some hoopers

[Maxo Kream]
Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices
When the opps see me, they're scared
They tryna plea and cop in deuces
Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia
Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps
Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future
Got thug up, suckin' that D
She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie
On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp
Good group, but she a groupie
You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain
He don't claim no game, he a neutral
I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains
Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie

[Maxo Kream]
Shoot clips like Spike Lee movies

Stay with the clips like Pusha T
Draco chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees
Get jacked like Jill, Maxo feelin' lit
Twenty FNs on me
Stashin' doja in a motor, a Toyota's pushin' ki's

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