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
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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 living
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