THEY SAY - Maxo Kream

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 birds

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 60's

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 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 gat 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 his 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, back when niggas turned 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, pick you to my shows, then 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 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