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5.56 and .223, shoot NATO rounds, that chopper sound
No corona, masked up with the ski
Hop out, shoot gun down your SUV
Pistol trigger Maxo f**kin' C
Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID
Dare n***as put a hand on me
Reachin' for my neck, I'll blow this TEC like I'm a referee
Shoot you like a free throw, Maxo Deebo, ain't no ho in me
Big old Crippin', boss lieutenant, ain't no little bro in me
N***a never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets

If a n***a say he stole from me, he must've put a hole in me
Run off with that package, get to clappin' like a ceremony
Laser beam extensions
Call of Duty scope with night ray vision
I thought y'all was new opps, your boy got shot, I just forgot I did it
Beef over bologna, like a butcher, keep the cutter on me
In the field, I'm Maxo Jeepers Creepers
Matte black my car, my matte black PLR came with some heat seekers
Glocks and chops, we hit your block with mops, now that's a streetsweeper
Maxo Grim Reaper
Rollin' off a pill, I don't steal, I just kill people
Jugg, finesse the plug for the drugs, now them seals cheaper
Use my pistol like a pencil, draw that lead, let the trigger bust
Rap n***as scared, they play dead 'fore they play with us
5.56 and .223, shoot NATO rounds, that chopper sound
No corona, masked up with the ski
Hop out, shoot gun down your SUV
Pistol trigger Maxo f**kin' C
Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID
Dare n***as put a hand on me
Reachin' for my neck, I'll blow this TEC like I'm a referee
Shoot you like a free throw, Maxo Deebo, ain't no ho in me
Big old Crippin', boss lieutenant, ain't no little bro in me
N***a never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets

Remote control, DirecTV
.223'll shoot through a tree
Never tried to keep the peace
We'd rather see 'em rest in peace
Used to be known for sellin' weed
Now I'm f**kin' hoes from West to East
Make her suck my d**k and leave
No, she can't get the rest of me
I keep a forty tucked right by my nuts
Caitlyn Jenner, it might switch up
F&N bullets go straight through your trunk
Think you a bully, you fightin' this gun
My n***as stupid, they do this for fun
Some of my n***as, they do it for funds
I'll send a hit on your head by the night
When I wake up, you'll be gone by the morning
Pull up on they block with a Glock, let's get it
Hop out, FN, put three in his fitted
These n***as ain't gangster, these n***as are timid
Got bricks on deck, cooked three in the kitchen
No Seroquel, put you to sleep if you trippin'
Give my shooter a dub, he completin' the mission
In his hood with a blick, I don't need no permission
Need a P? Hold on, just give me a minute
When I'm countin' my racks, I don't wanna be bothered
Look at my wrist, neck, teeth, water
My racks are lookin' like books, I'm the author
My shooter, he still in the cut like a barber
Got Givenchy linen and my wrist got baguettes
These n***as act tough, ain't postin' a threat
VIP in the club while I'm holdin' a TEC
N***a reach for my chain, put a hole in your neck

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