And they say, "Maxo a bitch", they say, "Maxo a hoe"
He got rich and he dipped, don't come around no more
They say he switched on his clique, yeah, he turned on his bros
And he ain't pimpin' a bitch, he out here trickin' on hoes
He ain't flippin' no bricks, he ain't shippin' no buds
Slangin' grammies and nicks, but he think he the plug
Like he shootin' up shit, like he really a thug
And he ain't really a Crip, he used to be with them Bloods
He scream out, "Hoover Deuce," but he fuck with them 60s
You ain't no ScHoolboy Q, and you ain't Crippin' like Nipsey
He bet not come to the block, don't step a foot in the set
'Cause if he do, he get rawed, we strip his jewels off his neck
'Cause he ain't totin' no Uzis, he ain't no droppin' no bodies
He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album?
He put Playboi Carti on, then that nigga surpassed him
Cap rappin' like you trappin' hard and sellin' keys
Nigga, please
You ain't a trapper, you just sellin' weed
But let him tell her he the plug and he got everything
I heard he trickin' on a bitch, he give her everything
That nigga just a rapper, fat Black bastard
Bitch ass nigga, fuck you and your daddy
Credit card scammin', that ain't shit to talk about
You fat rat, duck ass nigga, shut your gap mouth
(Fuck Maxo, you hear me? Fuck Maxo, Crip, Fuck Maxo)
Must be forgettin' I'm the same one from the trenches
Started makin' rap money, niggas started actin' different
Sad nigga with this bag, I was a broke happy nigga
Pocket watchin' all my spendin', said I'm dead wrong
Hate to see me livin', they won't love 'til I'm dead gone
Yeah, day one niggas turn to killers
Paper Backwood, Swishers, tryna smoke me like a damn bong
Like we ain't send that rock for paper, totin' scissors
Told you niggas, work my ass off, so how I owe you, nigga?
Cross the globe, took you to my shows, then bought bowls for niggas
Lou and Ghost died, I even tried to buy some poles for niggas
Put my cash on Instagram then post it like you stole it from me
'Posed to be my homie but you turned around and hoe'd me
Left me by my lonely, I ain't stressin', bitch, I'm straight
Maxo Kobe, switch my number, had to leave that Section 8
I threw 2-4's on my Lambo, Texas Forgiatto plates
I wasn't stingy with my cake, I let you have some
Go to jail and never wait because I paid the bail's bond
Sent him upstate, I buy them iPhones and some Samsung
Hurt me great, and I hate I had to make this damn song
Daddy doin' years, free my brother, bring Juu home
Sheddin' tears at my Mmadu Biosah tombstone
And they say, "Maxo a bitch", they say, "Maxo a hoe"
He got rich and he dipped, don't come around no more
They say he switched on his clique, yeah, he turned on his bros
And he ain't pimpin' a bitch, he out here trickin' on hoes
compositores: Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah - Afolabi Osinulu - Everett Young - Oscar Santander - Adam Feeney
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