Maxo Kream Big Worm

I got TEC’s and Glocks, AK-40 chops

I ain’t got a box, pop a couple shots

Call my plug a lot, 10 pounds I’ma cop

Front me six off top, all I do is shop

You don’t like the pot, come and swap it, I

Rip and run it’s why, I be on the block

Niggas serving grams, I can’t serve a zip

Partner I get it shipped, give it to my crips

Run off this okie-dokie

Don’t play with my money smokey

Drive by we shooting weapons

Big Worm come through collecting

I got TEC’s and Glocks, AK-40 chops

I ain’t got a box, pop a couple shots

Lotta drug dealer, serve the drug dealers

Call me for the issue, need to meet your chief

Trapping endo smoking out though, nitro

Gas pack kush of the hydro, styro

Cupheads smelling like a cyclone, iPhone

Going off block caller unknown, ding-dong

Clients at my door

Say they want some more

Sold my other pints, only got a four

Hate to tell them though

I sell out a lot, inventory style

Money come and go

Used to serve kids like the ice cream man

I was busting down zips

Selling grams hand to hand

Clientele picked up off substance then

Mixed molly with the percs can’t feel my skin

I’m good with the lean and the vicodin, taking them down

Down set hut, what’s the price on them? Jug!

Servin’ them swipers get ya whole trap took

Bang! Swiper no swipin’

Peep game whole squad lame

Fucked up all my cash

I was trying to flex

Ran another check

Had to go invest

Had to learn to stack

Had to take some packs

Forgive or forget, call it Robin Givens

I’ve been robbing giving

Serving all the children

This is how I’m living

I’m a piece of shit

Want the dough for sure

Maxo Richie Rich

I might want the hoe, but I don’t need the bitch

For the long hail Mary going forward no pun

Put the bitch out she coming back with some

Little brother sliding through your hood like Debo

Plug called Theo started talking to the people

Ran his mouth a lot

Had to cut him out

He a middle man

Met the plug and copped

He on bars a lot

More grams in the forum

Collecting my return

Trapping like Big Worm

Cup real muddy like you went four wheeling

Off xans getting sleep with all these damn drug dealers

Nae-nae in the kitchen got the lil’ bitch whipping

Weigh it up on the scale, right next to the sale

If you can’t tell by now I’m janky as hell

Tuesday, Thursday be trapping hard as hell

Tuesday, Wednesday, gotta go check bail

I ain’t taking probation fuck the judge go to hell (Tap out!)

Submission on the pack Chris Benoit (Pass out!)

Kush coma smoking out the glass jar (SKRRRT)

Speeding through traffic with the package (Turn up!)

Got molly, got lettuce, got cabbage (Damn!)

Real trapping but this rapping is my hobby (Get it!)

Might go hit a lick with Bobby (Hold on!)

The people they follow my [?] (Splurge!)

Do this for my money Big Worm

Maxo Kream Hamsterdam

OG kush stuffed in the blunt, roll a Swisha up

Sour diesel stuffed in the blunt, twist a Vega up

Purple double cup, sipping punch, catch me leaning coz’

If you ain’t doing drugs or busting jugs, you can’t fuck with us

OG kush stuffed in the blunt, roll a Swisha up

Sour diesel stuffed in the blunt, twist a Vega up

Purple double cup, sipping punch, catch me leaning coz’

If you ain’t doing drugs or busting jugs, you can’t fuck with us

Codeine, Vegas, popping xannies’

Moving bowls don’t fuck with grammies’

Lean and Molly, mix it properly

Niggas call it double whammy

Cooking crack and smoking sess

Oxycotin’ low assist, GHB and crystal meth

I’m Maxo Kream, I’m dope as shit

I be trapping, rapping, stacking, action gats we packing

RIP my niggas coz’ what’s cracking

Made it happen

On the block there’s traffic, catch me trapping

[?] spray your casket

Xanax are relaxants what you having, junkies catching spasms

Pistol framing magazines with clips extended

Get money, no point intended

Police hop out start arresting, hide your ratchet with the stashes

Weed get it in from Cali, drank get it in from Vegas

Smoking on that OG Cali chronic twisted up in Vega’s

OG kush stuffed in the blunt, roll a Swisha up

Sour diesel stuffed in the blunt, twist a Vega up

Purple double cup, sipping punch, catch me leaning coz’

If you ain’t doing drugs or busting jugs, you can’t fuck with us

OG kush stuffed in the blunt, roll a Swisha up

Sour diesel stuffed in the blunt, twist a Vega up

Purple double cup, sipping punch, catch me leaning coz’

If you ain’t doing drugs or busting jugs, you can’t fuck with us

Codeine, Vegas, popping xannies’

Moving bowls don’t fuck with grammies’

Lean and Molly, mix it properly

Niggas call it double whammy

Cooking crack and smoking sess

Oxycotin’ low assist, GHB and crystal meth

I’m Maxo Kream, I’m dope as shit

[?] blowing on that marijuana

84’s poking out, nigga bending corners

Versace shades on my frame watching my persona

Drop a fucking four in a Cherry Arizona

H-Town, Southwest, you know we Crips

Never satisfied, grooving Houston Texas

Kream gang motherfucker [?]

Maxo kream nigga I be fucking blown

Maxo Kream Choppas

Half you rapping ass niggas ain’t never hit a lick

Other half of you niggas ain’t never seen a brick

More than half of you niggas tattletale might snitch

I’ma take a half bounce it back to sixteen zips

Going back and forth to Cali that’s sixteen trips

For the sixteen I’ma get them sixteen shifts

Sipping drank by the Cruiser that’s sixteen shifts

I was sixteen with a M-16 bitch

Still see the same niggas that I shot

Still see a couple plugs that I robbed (Scary nigga)

Have a nigga see my face get shot

The other half see my face and start to run

A lot of niggas play the sideline mascot cheerleader

Pom-poms never get involved

Telling everybody mama what they seen or saw

Type of cluck ass nigga sell dope to a law

Suspect ass nigga get jammed tell it all

I’m the type to use the Glock cause it don’t jam at all

Strapped up in the trap smoking dope paranoia

Acting like he want packs but he work for the boys

Got a move low-key snitch niggas stay scheming (Snitch)

Pussy nigga signed a plea agreement (Fuck nigga)

Pull up on ’em thirty coppers squeezing (There he go)

Till it [*click click*] pussy stopped breathing

5.56 NATO round bullets he see em’

Put his brains in his lap let him see what he was thinking

Put his feet in cement and then we throw him over deep end

What the fuck this nigga thinking? Now his mama at the deacon

Thirty young dirty bastards get to blasting no thinking

Shoot the shit up with the Magnum causing havoc no blinking

Why?

Fuck nigga play mine I’ll find where you reside

Put your mind on the blinds I’ll [?]

Thirty choppers thirty crash dummies strapped

See them thirty crash dummies where you at?

My young shooters don’t play

Thirty hollows with his brain in his lap

Nigga bought a vest I’m shooting at your cap

Fuck nigga I don’t play

More rounds than a heavyweight fight

I ain’t boxing you can fight these pipes

Shoot a nigga in the face

When I catch I’ma shoot him on sight

Like Rico did Calvin at the light

Fuck nigga ain’t safe

Thirty choppers

Play if ya’ wanna

Pull up on ya’

At yo’ casa

Like “Where yo’ mama?”

Lot of drama

Tecs and llamas

Like fuck yo’ honor

My persona

Ah that’s my persona

That’s my persona

My persona

That’s my persona

That’s my persona

My persona

That’s my persona

Maxo Kream Astrodome, Pt. 2

“Girl, I don’t know, that nigga be wylin'”

Honorable C.N.O.T.E!

“Ok, first of all, y’all trippin’. Big niggas is where it’s at girl”

“Girl, you lyin’. No, really?”

“Ok, that be the main ones that wanna take care of you. You wanna eat, they gon feed you”

“Do he got that check tho?”

“I mean, look at him, y’all think y’all just on some hatin shit”

“I guess.”

Got a Spanish chica and her name is Tameeka

(Name is Tameeka)

Straight from Puerto Rica, pussy taste like Tampica’s

(Her pussy tastes so good)

Dick her down and beat her, she wake up, make fajitas

(Cook it hoe)

Sexy mamacita, pussy wet, margarita (mmmwah)

Gutta bitch (what), from the hood (woah)

Love the bitch (woah), fuck good (woah woah)

Fake ass (yeah), real hair (woah)

Welfare (huh), don’t care (ok)

Got Tiffany (I do), got Whitney (I do)

Got Brittany (her too), got Sydney, (them too)

Got Yolanda (uh-huh), got Shonda, (say what)

Fuckin’ these hoes, got a problem

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bops

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bops

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bops

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bops

Caramel hoe named Asia (aye), swear to God, I’m a playa (yea)

Fucked the partner, Malaysia (aye), body buffy, I slay her (yea)

Asian bitch, call her “Soo Young” (woah)

Give her top, sloppy with tongue (yea)

Jimmy Choo, red Louboutin (woah)

Dick her down on the futon (like ouu)

Lil Yari (woah), don’t start me (woah woah)

Hurricane pussy like Harvey (woah woah)

Lil Cara (like what), Lil Sara (say what)

Twin sisters, Tia and Tamira (like roger)

Two Avery’s (uh-huh), four Brittany’s (ok)

Which Ashley? No too many (pick one)

Pretty ass hoe (want one), fine ass hoe (this hoe)

Eenie, minie, moe (which one?), just like a merry-go

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bopss

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bops

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bops

I’ma slut, I’ma thot, I got hoes, I got bops

“Fuck that nigga, Maxo”

“What happened?”

“That nigga don’t do shit. He don’t fuckin take me to eat, he don’t take me shoppin'”

“Girl, fuck that nigga, been told you to leave his ass”

“Yeah, that fat ass nigga, hell no, I’m done with that fuckin’ nigga. That’s why Carti and Uzi are in my DM’s now”

Maxo Kream Mob of Gods

This program contains graphic material, including offensive language

Viewer discretion is advised

[Maxo Kream:]

Long ass clip, dirty popper extendo

Back in the day, used to rob for Nintendo

Nowadays nigga jack coke, tab, indo

Come right back like Air Force, Timbos

Run up in your house, get low like limbo

Aim for the kill, TEC shootin’ through the window

Kream Clicc, A$AP, trill young nigro

Man down with the bullets gettin’ throwed in the end zone

Jimmy Craig nigga to your man gainin’ weight

Smokin’ on bum, rollin’ sweet detonate

Move in your block like Section 8

From your bitch I need head like decapitate

Holy majesty, it’s catastrophy

And Will.I.Am like the Black Eyes Peas

Sip on this lean, sip on this Tuss

In God I trust, Max God I bust

King of all kings, no time for the peasants

Disrespect my presence, get wrapped like a present

Chopper blast from the past, remember your [?]

I let the 9 serve you, then the chopper sloppy seconds

We up in this bitch like a tampon

Hittin’ licks, shootin’ niggas with no mask on

We stand up, get your funny ass shot down

Young Gods in this bitch, be more than H-Town, muthafucka

Hallelujah, praise the Lord

God of Mobs, Mob of Gods

Hallelujah, praise the Lord

God of Mobs, Mob of Gods

Long ass clip, dirty popper extendo

Back in the day, used to rob for Nintendo

Nowadays nigga jack coke, tab, indo

Come right back like Air Force, Timbo

Run up in your house, get low like limbo

Aim for the kill, TECH shootin’ through the window

Kream Clicc, A$AP, trill young nigro

Man down with the bullets gettin’ throwed in the end zone

[A$AP Ant:]

Used to rob for Nintendo

Now I want that Benzo

Ridin’ round with my kinfolks

Blowin’ kush out the window

Watch out for the cops, stay low

Middle finger up to po-po

Bounce that ass like a pogo

Ain’t fuckin’, you gotta go

Shoot a nigga like a free throw

Pussy nigga get depo

Full 8, get Peter rolled

Chains swingin’, my shit gold

Big knots, don’t fold

Need me, my flow cold

Need a pipe, my shit crack

Baltimore like Iraq

Chit-chat to click-clack

Run up in your mouth shoot blat-at

First 48, ain’t comin’ back

Woodgrain in my Cadillac

All black with the gat to match

H-Town, A$AP

You already know what the fuck it is, nigga

On site for any fuck nigga

Free my nigga Young Shaka, Marino Gang, H-Town, Maxo Kream

What up nigga? God of Mobs, Mob of Gods, let’s get it

[Maxo Kream:]

Hallelujah, praise the Lord

God of Mobs, Mob of Gods

Hallelujah, praise the Lord

God of Mobs, Mob of Gods

Long ass clip, dirty popper extendo

Back in the day, used to rob for Nintendo

Nowadays nigga jack coke, tab, indo

Come right back like Air Force, Timbo

Run up in your house, get low like limbo

Aim for the kill, TECH shootin’ through the window

Kream Clicc, A$AP, trill young nigro

Man down with the bullets gettin’ throwed in the end zone

Maxo Kream Get That $Hit / Maxo 187

[Part 1: Get That $Hit]

I think this is probably the first time this has been played on the air

(Yeah, fuck all y’all friendly ass niggas. It’s Kream Clicc Gang, bang nigga straight headshots you know how I rock nigga, fuck you don’t call my phone I friendly fuck ass nigga)

We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill

Chopper mags inside the whip

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Eat the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch

Shoot his momma and his bitch

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real nigga never switch, ’bout my money fuck a bitch

Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

All these bitches on my dick, I don’t love em’ give em’ shit

She gon’ fuck and suck the Clicc

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

We got toasters in the whip, I got fiends at the door

I be trapping like a bitch, I got workers by the store

They be packing thirty clips, choppa’ toting let it blast

Never talk around a bitch, messy ho’s will get you smoked

I don’t got no fucking friends, just my choppa’ and my scope

Heard a nigga got plex well bitch what’s cracking let me know

Kidnap your baby momma then we pistol whip that ho

Do you like Benihana’s? You’ll get served in front of that ho

There ain’t no game when the Mac go bang

Rob dice game and crack cocaine

Set a nigga up, then go hit the stain

11 Tre 7 that’s Kream Clicc Gang

Tecs and Mac-11 they’ll split your brain

Fuck Mayfield we ain’t deuce 5 gang

Fifty shot Tec I don’t need no aim

Major pain, hollows split your dame

We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill

Chopper mags inside the whip

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Eat the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch

Shoot his momma and his bitch

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real nigga never switch, ’bout my money fuck a bitch

Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

All these bitches on my dick, I don’t love em’ give em’ shit

She gon’ fuck and suck the Clicc

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real street nigga no hide and seek

Camped outside like a Jordan release

Whole block wild, I don’t never go to sleep

Fuck nigga mad ’cause the bitch chose me

I don’t want the slut but she licked my meat

Can’t no fuck nigga handle me

10800 Free CVD

Move packs through the air boomerang frisbee

Gone off the molly and the tuss’ we wildin’

Ruff with the Tec, eject defiling

He ain’t moving bricks, fuck nigga be lying

Ran in his trap, only had three ounces

Left a nigga dead by the duplex houses

You a ho nigga wearing skirts and blouses

Trap off vaco’s and ‘bandoned houses

Jug all year, I ain’t taking no losses

I got bitches in the trap, I got hookers by the store

Call me if you need a slut, you know Maxo jugging ho’s

Fuck nigga sneak dissing, they be plotting on the low

Frilly nigga squashing beef, fuck a truce we go to war, nigga

(Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap

Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap)

Yeah, fuck y’all ass nigga, I ain’t buying none of that shit. Don’t call me, don’t hit me tryna’ squash shit nigga. When I see you, on sight nigga. Pistols toting [?] crip nigga. Kream Clicc Gang

(Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap

Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap)

We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill

Chopper mags inside the whip

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Eat the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch

Shoot his momma and his bitch

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real nigga never switch, ’bout my money fuck a bitch

Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

All these bitches on my dick, I don’t love em’ give em’ shit

She gon’ fuck and suck the Clicc

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

[Part 2: Maxo 187]

Maxo 187 nigga

Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun

Air em’ out, lay em’ in the lungs, hope his people come

Spray it out, bullets at your son, I am not the one

Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the killing just begun

Smoked out Locced’ out, riding with the pistol grip

Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips

If a nigga don’t die, then we come back quick

On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick

‘Cause we up in this bitch like a dildo, ball like field goal

Motherfuck a Jim Crow, here we go

Look out the window, Jeepers Creepers

Scope on choppers call em’ peepers

Outliner, hit his grandmomma with the street sweeper

Off the chain I bomb grenades and aim at [?]

No tiki barbers [?] hollows [?] peel his top back like quit lyin

Minute makers bullets silent, mode and violence, starting riots

Pimping bitches, give em’ guidance

Fuck these bitches run inside em’

Home invasions, we be robbing, we be mobbing, bullets launching

Niggas jogging, Maxo Gaddafi, Maxo Bin Laden

Since they shot my brother in the face, I’m on some other shit

I’ma make you suffer nigga, kill your wifey and your kids

Shells in the baby crib, blood on the baby bib

Put your brains in your lap, you lost your mind well there it is

(Ha ha ha, fuck ass nigga)

Maxo 187 nigga

Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun

Air em’ out, lay em’ in the lungs, hope his people come

Spray it out, bullets at your son, I am not the one

Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the killing just begun

Smoked out Locced’ out, riding with the pistol grip

Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips

If a nigga don’t die, then we come back quick

On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick

‘Cause we up in this bitch like a dildo, ball like field goal

Motherfuck a Jim Crow, here we go

Catch em’ on the block, ooh kill em’ like Terio

Flame his ass up cremate em’, no funeral

I’m a slam dunk bitch nigga you a finger roll

Shooters in the trap and they all on payroll

Niggas try to imitate, chopper bullets penetrate

Marijuana mary jane, Swisha grape elevate

Money talk communicate, robberies I aggravate

Stitch you with assassinate never time to get away

Sip a lot of lean so it’s purple when I urinate

Serve a lot of fiends saw up and down the interstate

Move a lot of weight so the plug give me extra faith

Know my money’s straight I’ll see you in a couple days

Hella’ play it cool ’cause the plug ain’t safe

Follow him home yeah we know where he stay

Fuck that nigga he taxing anyway

Clean out the safe then hit him with the K

Since they shot my brother in the face, I’m on some other shit

I’ma make you suffer nigga, kill your wifey and your kids

Shells in the baby crib, blood on the baby bib

Put your brains in your lap, you lost your mind well there it is, nigga

(Fuck ass nigga, thought I told y’all we ain’t playing with none of y’all niggas. Maxo 187 nigga, If I said it I meant it nigga)

Maxo 187 nigga

Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun

Air em’ out, lay em’ in the lungs, hope his people come

Spray it out, bullets at your son, I am not the one

Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the killing just begun

Smoked out Locced’ out, riding with the pistol grip

Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips

If a nigga don’t die, then we come back quick

On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick

‘Cause we up in this bitch like a dildo, ball like field goal

Motherfuck a Jim Crow, here we go

Maxo Kream KKK

Everywhere I go, I got a burner

And that carry 30 hollow, she’ll burn ya (Stephen Curry)

If it’s beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)

If it’s beef, then we lookin’ for ya mother (where she at?)

3 K’s in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas (no I don’t)

Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas

Groovin’ through the city, high, and limousine tint

.223’s in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip ’til the trigger go click

Groovin’ through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223’s in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip ’til the trigger go click

(What we do?)

These niggas so fake, man, these niggas’ll snitch

Just like some hips, man, these niggas’ll switch

He look like a man, but he really a bitch

RIP, Andrew, I’ll never forget

He died from the hands of a man in his clique

That’s why I don’t trust ’em, I kill niggas quick

Niggas’ll send you on crash dummy licks

And you gone get killed on that bungee wire shit

Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin’ yo bitch

He eating her pussy, you eating on chips

And niggas you put on and helped and get rich

Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks

I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch

These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit

I’m janky myself, so I never trust shit

Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit

Everywhere I go, I got a burner

And that carry 30 hollow, she’ll burn ya (Stephen Curry)

If it’s beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)

If it’s beef, then we lookin’ for ya mother (where she at?)

3 K’s in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas (no I don’t)

Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas

Groovin’ through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223’s in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip ’til the trigger go click

Groovin’ through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223’s in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip ’til the trigger go click

(What we do?)

Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson

Shoot him while he least expect it

No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives

Nigga gotta choppa’, hit em’

Grim reaper, then the reverend

Momma crying, momma miss him

Young Max God, I don’t forgive him

Nigga wanna plex like hold up

Bullet hit his head, then he fold up

I don’t kid around, I’m a grown up

Shoot a nigga down, then I po’ up

Everywhere I go, I got a burner

And that carry 30 hollow, she’ll burn ya (Stephen Curry)

If it’s beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)

If it’s beef, then we lookin’ for ya mother (where she at?)

3 K’s in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas (no I don’t)

Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas

Groovin’ through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223’s in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip ’til the trigger go click

Groovin’ through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223’s in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip ’til the trigger go click

(What we do?)

Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK’s

Double barrel shotty, will blow you away

Catch a couple of bodies, throw ’em away

These niggas act like roaches, spray ’em with Raid

These niggas’ll dap you and smile in your face

But really they salty, cause these niggas hate

They see that you trappin’, you moving that weight

These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play

You think he yo mans, but he really a snake

Public informant, he work for the state

Video footage, recording on tape

Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place

Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe

Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case

Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist

That boy ain’t yo nigga, he work for the Jakes

These rapper niggas talkin’, but I really do this shit

I been juggin’, selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch

Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks

Moving pints, selling lean, finessin’ niggas out they shit

Nigga wanna plex like hold up

Bullet hit his head, then he fold up

I don’t kid around, I’m a grown up

Shoot a nigga down, then I po’ up

Maxo Kream 5200

5200 different ways!

(Different ways get paid)

Watch me flex my muscle moving weights! (still got other ways)

Acid, tablets, Xanax, Percs and K (ain’t the only thang)

4K TV’s, iPhones, Xbox games, (even wedding rings)

Water, lights and wifi for the cheap (and some bootleg cable)

I be riding Ubers for the free, ’til the app disabled

Trackers out the rentals, posting pictures, sell the whip on Craigslist

Walk around and bring it to your front do’, like Jehovah’s Witness

(5200 different ways!)

Call me Maxo hustle mane, I move everything

Plays for the triple double (score), like Abdul Kareem

My first job was in the kitchen (what), I was washin’ dishes

Robbin’ niggas, juugin’ bitches (trap), I made it out the trenches

Nowadays I work my work (uh huh), you should really thank me

Used to take your work and smirk (pow), I was hella janky

My bitch boosted Louie bags, twice a week I sent her

Gotta cut the price in half, because they got the sensors

Switch my mojo, work my move regardless, I sell everythang

Trap like Walmart, don’t you try to Target, keep a Super K

Got some youngin’s, they be juugin’, robbin’ Red Box, movie, games

Buy em for the 15, and the 30?, what I slang ’em man

OG bags, gotta stash the gas in the tank

Filling up yo tank, gas I’m talking dank

Oil like Chevrolet, oil I’m talking drank

Loanin’ like the bank (uh huh)

5200 different ways!

(Different ways get paid)

Watch me flex my muscle moving weight! (still got other ways)

Acid, tablets, Xanax, Percs and caine (ain’t the only thang)

4K TV’s, iPhones, Xbox games, (even wedding rings)

Water, lights and wifi for the cheap (and some bootleg cable)

I be riding Ubers for the free, ’til the app disabled

Trackers out the rentals, posting pictures, (sell the whip on Craigslist)

Walk around and bring it to your front do’, like Jehovah’s Witness

(5200 different ways!)

Hold today, go like yesterday, different plans, get paid

Grills and chains, six rings, diamond fangs, Maxo, Johnny Dang, Hurricane

Shermheads call me FEMA, water like Katrina

Sellin’ sneakers, Franklins, swipin’ Visas, Jordans, Nikes, Adidas

Pakistan bitch, cute, thick, we don’t kiss or cuddle

Long hair slick, cut her shit, now I’m selling bundles

Sellin’ speakers for the whip

6 by 9’s, 4 15’s

Got a welfare bitch.. selling food stamps

EBT

I just sold a curved TV, with no controller (juug)

I just threw a fake event with no promoters (haha)

What you want? A Mac, a Draco, or a Carbon

Back to back treys of Rock ets like Harden

Maxo Kream Capeesh

[Maxo Kream (Trippie Redd):]

I spent a hundred on sneakers

Fucked up a check, capeesh (spent a hundred on sneaks, yeah)

I put your bitch on a leash

Your bitch is gone, capeesh (bitch gone, capeesh)

I let her suck on my dick

And don’t you use your teeth (don’t you use your teeth, yeah)

She want to eat on my skeet

Like milkshake, Kelis (don’t you use your teeth)

We wanna ball like woah

Smoke hashish like sheiks (you already already know, yeah)

Pimp all the hoes for dough

Sip codeine for cease (sippin’ on the pour)

Capeesh, capeesh

Chop up your shop with me

Trap philosophy, Maxo Socrates (yeah, trap philosophy)

[Maxo Kream:]

Call me Maxo Biggie Poppa, catch me hoppin’ out the dropper

Getting topper from a yellow model, boppin’, watchin’ Shottas

Toddler, crawler, baby bottle, leaning like teeter-totter

Piece of pasta, meet with mobsters

Eating lobster with a platter (we on)

My dirty money double like my styrofoam (lean)

I could triple cut it ’cause my pack so strong (cut it)

Serving different gas, Maxo Cheveron (unleaded)

Thumbin’ through these bands, what I’ma spend it on

[Maxo Kream (Trippie Redd):]

I spent a hundred on sneakers

Fucked up a check, capeesh (spent a hundred on sneaks, yeah)

I put your bitch on a leash

Your bitch is gone, capeesh (bitch gone, capeesh)

I let her suck on my dick

And don’t you use your teeth (don’t you use your teeth, yeah)

She want to eat on my skeet

Like milkshake, Kelis (don’t you use your teeth)

We wanna ball like woah

Smoke hashish like sheiks (you already already know, yeah)

Pimp all the hoes for dough

Sip codeine for cease (sippin’ on the pour)

Capeesh, capeesh

Chop up your shop with me

Trap philosophy, Maxo Socrates (yeah, trap philosophy)

[Maxo Kream:]

New Mercedes Jeep, I don’t lease the keys

Packing C.O.D., I don’t lease no keys

Twice a week we leak, I move at least a key

Now my trap I sing, like Alicia Keys

Sellin’ fifty for a wop, get ’em five a pop

Bales we work ’em out, I don’t need a spot

I don’t love a thot, what the fuck you thought?

Maxo love the pot, watch me hug the block

I, slang, sell, work

We, can’t, serve, percs

My, club, El, Plaga

Re, upped, in a helicopter

[Maxo Kream (Trippie Redd):]

I spent a hundred on sneakers

Fucked up a check, capeesh (spent a hundred on sneaks, yeah)

I put your bitch on a leash

Your bitch is gone, capeesh (bitch gone, capeesh)

I let her suck on my dick

And don’t you use your teeth (don’t you use your teeth, yeah)

She want to eat on my skeet

Like milkshake, Kelis (don’t you use your teeth)

We wanna ball like woah

Smoke hashish like sheiks (you already already know, yeah)

Pimp all the hoes for dough

Sip codeine for cease (sippin’ on the pour)

Capeesh, capeesh

Chop up your shop with me

Trap philosophy, Maxo Socrates (yeah, trap philosophy)

[Trippie Redd:]

I been countin’ up them racks, I count them digits

Got your bitch spinning on the dick just like a fidget

Got my money stacked up tall like thirty midgets

I got bullshit for that bird, young nigga you’s a pigeon

Twenty racks on me bitch, know I got ’em

Talk down, pussy boy you fly, I’ma swat ’em

Yeah I came through like a motherfucking goblin

Talk about my side if you talking

Pew pew pew, lay a nigga down, yeah

Ayy, semi semi round, yeah

I just semi semi down, yeah

Whippin’ all them pounds yeah (whippin’ pounds yeah)

Money racing miles yeah (racing miles yeah)

I’m the best around town yeah (I’m the best around town)

[Maxo Kream (Trippie Redd):]

I spent a hundred on sneakers

Fucked up a check, capeesh (spent a hundred on sneaks, yeah)

I put your bitch on a leash

Your bitch is gone, capeesh (bitch gone, capeesh)

I let her suck on my dick

And don’t you use your teeth (don’t you use your teeth, yeah)

She want to eat on my skeet

Like milkshake, Kelis (don’t you use your teeth)

We wanna ball like woah

Smoke hashish like sheiks (you already already know, yeah)

Pimp all the hoes for dough

Sip codeine for cease (sippin’ on the pour)

Capeesh, capeesh

Chop up your shop with me

Trap philosophy, Maxo Socrates (yeah, trap philosophy)

Maxo Kream Quarterbaccs

Moving bowls and selling dope with fifty rounds of Calico

If you ain’t getting money nigga what the fuck you trapping for?

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

Nigga I don’t know you I’ma serve you by the liquor store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

What the play read? I got fiends running back the store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

Nigga I don’t know you I’ma serve you by the liquor store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

What the play read? I got fiends running back the store

We don’t call em’ quarter pounds, bitch we call em’ quarterbacks

Manning brothers this Roethlisberger get a pound of that

Silencers and Kel-Tecs, sitting in the attic jack

HK’s, Uzi switchblades, bungee cords we strapped

Break elbows down to a fraction

If there’s profit, do transactions

Niggas flexing, I kidnap em’

Crystal castles, duck tape wrap em’

Made eight racks in the laundromat

To my defense bliss for them quarterbacks

Put to the eagle to your helmet like McNab

I want the cash and the stash, and the gun cocked blast

Everyday I’m contemplating, money making, stacking dough

Posted trapping by the store while sipping drank, inhaling dro’

Moving bowls and selling dope with fifty rounds of Calico

If you ain’t getting money nigga what the fuck you trapping for?

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

Nigga I don’t know you I’ma serve you by the liquor store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

What the play read? I got fiends running back the store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

Nigga I don’t know you I’ma serve you by the liquor store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

What the play read? I got fiends running back the store

Fiends scramble out the pocket just to come and get a sack

Manning brothers this Roethlisberger get a pound of that

Forked along to overtime

Fuck a pump we running back

[?] twenty eight stack, watch me quarterback

Down set hut, run plays all day

Drop back shotgun if you blitz my way

Where the PA fake and the defense scared

Better pass that long, going for the Hail Mary

With the touchdown pass, I never lost

Even with one hand like Randy Moss

If the feds [?] I’ma QB toss

Gotta’ keep the field goal I ain’t taking no loss

Everyday I’m contemplating, money making, stacking dough

Posted rapping by the store while sipping drank, inhaling dro’

Moving bowls and selling dope with fifty rounds of Calico

If you ain’t getting money nigga what the fuck you trapping for?

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

Nigga I don’t know you I’ma serve you by the liquor store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

What the play read? I got fiends running back the store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

Nigga I don’t know you I’ma serve you by the liquor store

Pistol packing capping, steady trapping by the kitchen door

What the play read? I got fiends running back the store