Get That $Hit / Maxo 187
Maxo Kream
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I think this is probably the first time This has been played on the air (yeah, f*ck all y'all friendly ass Niggas it's Kream Clicc Gang Bang nigga straight headshots you know How I rock nigga F*ck you don't call my phone I Ain't friendly f*ck 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 Keep 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 f*ck 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' f*ck and suck the clique 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 blow 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 hoe Do you like Benihana's? You'll get served In front of that hoe 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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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' f*ck and suck the clique 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 F*ck nigga mad 'cause the bitch chose me I don't want the slut but she licked my meat Can't no f*ck 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, f*ck 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 F*ck nigga sneak dissing They be plotting on the low Frilly nigga squashing beef, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 nigga Pistols blowing nigga kream 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 f*ck 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' f*ck and suck the clique Don't know how you can't get that shit 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 peel his top Back like quit lyin Minute makers bullets silent Mode and violence, starting riots Pimping bitches, give em' guidance F*ck 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, f*ck 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 F*ck 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 (F*ck 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
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Written by: CHARLES RYAN SMITH, EMEKWANEM BIOSAH JR., THOMAS CROISIERE
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