Everywhere I go, I got a burner And that carry 30 hollow, she'll burn ya (Stephen Curry) If it's beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga) If it's beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?) 3 K's in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click (What we do?) These niggas so fake, man, these niggas'll snitch Just like some hips, man, these niggas'll switch He look like a man, but he really a bitch RIP, Andrew, I'll never forget He died from the hands of a man in his clique That's why I don't trust 'em, I kill niggas quick Niggas'll send you on crash dummy licks And you gone get killed on that???? Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch He eating her pussy, you eating on chips And niggas you put on and helped and get rich Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit I'm janky myself, so I never trust shit Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson Shoot him while he least expect it No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives Nigga gotta choppa', hit em' Grim reaper, then the reverend Momma crying, momma miss him Young Max God, I don't forgive him Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK's Double barrel shotty, will blow you away Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid These niggas'll dap you and smile in your face But really they salty, cause these niggas hate They see that you trappin', you moving that weight These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play You think he yo mans, but he really a snake Public informant, he work for the state Video footage, recording on tape Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist That boy ain't yo nigga, he work for the Jakes These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up

(La música de Harry Fraud) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters What's the sense of it all? Pimpin', powder, and pussy, tryna make pennies See niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows? In the '90s, a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke Now they find you a traffic stop, get you riddled with holes We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows I meet Jay so that's growth, pay attention, take note You over 40 and movin' work, better be by the boat Better be by the dock, better not be by your home If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gon' leave you alone 'Cause them peoples is comin' Where your loyalty, youngin'? When a rapper say, "Free my nigga," his lawyers get hungry And everybody wanna be a trap nigga 'Cause them rap trap niggas get paid And don't nobody want to be a trap-trap nigga When them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah Art imitatin' life, I got to saying lies Got these suburbanites thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right? Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights Down South slangin' music with these hustlers Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (no) I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a fuck though Keep it true to self and keep it cool when niggas cutthroat Run it Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the ki' (ki') Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three) Hopped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P) Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (like a leaf, nigga) All smoke, put a hole in his teeth (ayy) Boom, bop, bam, put a hole in his cheek (ayy) Nigga talkin' tough but you a hoe in the streets (ayy) Come and get knotted, freaky hoes in the sheets (ayy) Hustle like a motherfucker (oh, oh), niggas servin' Scudder butter (oh, oh) Pussy niggas undercover (oh, oh), and I ain't stutter, motherfucker (oh, oh) Hit 'em with the blocka, blocka (oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (oh, oh) You borderline dick-suckers (oh, oh), tryna take some pics, suckers (oh, let's go) Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch, a red skin In DC like a Redskin, come and give me head then My youngins popped a lead in Nigga, swing your dread then Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how niggas play it then (on God) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (uh, uh) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah, look) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin' (huh), servin' all these customers (uh-huh) Like Bill, I keep some pills, keep a Heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (okay) On the real, you might get killed, don't touch my chain 'cause this untouchable Big black nine on my hip, yeah, I'ma shoot, that bitch ain't cute But she still fuckable (huh) Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school, had packs like Lunchables (alright) Tote gats on gats, .45s and MACs, we bust our straps at constables (boom) Hundred chops, my sack, no phone with her (ayy) On Adderall but it's still functional (vroom) Still aired out at her function, though (what?) That Draco so dysfunctional Used to be robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (uh-huh) Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy as I lay (suck it) Pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker hit him while he lay (boom-boom) I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay Bangin', we don't really tussle If I can't get that thang in, then I'm not finna go clubbin' (hell nah) Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothin' Can't even trust my Crips because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Maxo Money Making Mitch More like Alpo, I go Rambo, watch me kill you for them bricks I keep that heater on my hip, love my nina, that's my bitch Down to drill like O'Neal, she'll kill you for them bricks Monkey nuts, banana clips, go Harambe for them chips Trappin' ain't dead, you snitch to feds, but them feds won't protect you Lettuce, bread on your head, dead your mans, tell him, "Catch up" Pull up gunnin', bullets flyin' over heads like projectors My flow vicious, every sentence over heads like projectors Tookie Williams with my crippin', overhead, boss lieutenant Hit your block with them chops, let off shots, we gon' spin it Hit your block with the mop, poppin' tops, we gon' cleanse it Shoot up your house with them Glocks, killin' everybody in it Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Yo It's me behind limo tint, off a ki' that I triple flipped That's me with the broad with the foreign car and the big ol' tits That's me with the V that start at three, then shift to six That's me with the 80-carat VS piece with the big ol' chips I'm the reason there's work back home, I'm the reason these niggas rich I'm the reason these haters poppin', they swing on this big ol' dick I'm the reason these trappers back, tell Zack he should get a flick And we need this wide angle, and make sure you get the kicks I look like I'm worth the guapo, I look like I work for Chapo My bitch worth a few hundred K, my neck worth a Murcielago I'm from the real nigga era where money don't certify you She thinkin' Del Frisco's, but she get a Birkin out you I fuck with niggas like Max', you fuck with niggas who rats Fans don't know the difference from song and what's really true facts My dog said he been to Wafi and Fevzi, he still ain't found a white watch I said, "Invest it all on white blocks," let's go Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Maxo Money Making Mitch