[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed
Crops and fields, watch me mail 'em
Call me Maxo Dr. Phil
Takin' pills, off depressants
Perky, seroquels
We called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it [?]
Codeine by the lean-a
Pounds of gasoline-a, and Griselda
Servin' with my nina
Cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In the cherry-red Beamer, champagne 2-seater
Limo tint, John Cena
Maxo money make ya mitch
[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
More like [?], I go Rambo, watch me kill you for them bricks
I keep the heater on my hip, love my nina, that's my bitch
Down to drill like O'Neill, 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 ya
Lettuce, bread, on your head, dead your mans, tell him "ketchup"
Pull up gunnin', bullets flyin' overheads like projectors
My flow vicious, every sentence overheads like projectors
Tookie Williams with my crippin', overhead, boss lieutenant
Hit your block with them chops, let out shots, we gon' spin it
Hit your block with 'em out, poppin' tops, we gon' cleanse it
Shoot up your house, with them Glocks, killin' everybody in it
[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed
Crops and fields, watch me mail 'em
Call me Maxo Dr. Phil
Takin' pills, off depressants
Perky, seroquels
We called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it [?]
Codeine by the lean-a
Pounds of gasoline-a, and Griselda
Servin' with my nina
Cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In the cherry-red Beamer, champagne 2-seater
Limo tint, John Cena
[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]
Yo
It's me behind limo-tint, off a key that I triple-slip
That's me with the broad, with the foreign car, and the big ol' tits
That's me with the V that start at 3, then shift to 6
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
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 f*ck with niggas like Max', you f*ck with niggas who rats
Fans don't know the difference from song and what's really true facts
My dog says he been to [?] and still ain't find a white watch
I said invest it on white blocks
Let's go
[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed
Crops and fields, watch me mail 'em
Call me Maxo Dr. Phil
Takin' pills, off depressants
Perky, seroquels
We called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it [?]
Codeine by the lean-a
Pounds of gasoline-a, and Griselda
Servin' with my nina
Cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In the cherry-red Beamer, champagne 2-seater
Limo tint, John Cena
Maxo money make ya mitch