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[Intro] (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) [Chorus: Maxo Kream] 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 fuckin' C Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID Dare niggas 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 Nigga never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets [Verse 1: Maxo Kream] If a nigga 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 niggas scared, they play dead 'fore they play with us [Chorus: Maxo Kream] 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 fuckin' C Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID Dare niggas 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 Nigga never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets [Verse 2: KCG Josh] 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 fuckin' hoes from West to East Make her suck my dick 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 niggas stupid, they do this for fun Some of my niggas, 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 [Verse 3: Peso Peso] Pull up on they block with a Glock, let's get it Hop out, FN, put three in his fitted These niggas ain't gangster, these niggas 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 niggas act tough, ain't postin' a threat VIP in the club while I'm holdin' a TEC Nigga reach for my chain, put a hole in your neck [Chorus: Maxo Kream] 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 fuckin' C Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID Dare niggas 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 Nigga never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets