Get That $Hit / Maxo 187 - Maxo Kream

We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill

Chopper mags inside the whip

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Keep the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch

Shoot his momma and his bitch

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a bitch

Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

All these bitches on my dick, I don’t love em' give em' shit

She gon' fuck and suck the clique

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

We got toasters in the whip, I got fiends at the door

I be trapping like a bitch, I got workers by the store

They be packing thirty clips, choppa' toting let it blow

Never talk around a bitch, messy ho’s will get you smoked

I don’t got no fucking friends, just my choppa' and my scope

Heard a nigga got plex well bitch what’s cracking let me know

Kidnap your baby momma then we pistol whip that hoe

Do you like Benihana’s?

You’ll get served in front of that hoe

There ain’t no game when the Mac go bang

Rob dice game and crack cocaine

Set a nigga up, then go hit the stain

11 Tre 7 that’s Kream Clicc Gang

Tecs and Mac-11 they’ll split your brain

Fuck Mayfield we ain’t deuce 5 gang

Fifty shot Tec I don’t need no aim

Major pain, hollows split your dame

We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill

Chopper mags inside the whip

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Eat the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch

Shoot his momma and his bitch

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a bitch

Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

All these bitches on my dick, I don’t love em' give em' shit

She gon' fuck and suck the clique

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real street nigga no hide and seek

Camped outside like a Jordan release

Whole block wild, I don’t never go to sleep

Fuck nigga mad 'cause the bitch chose me

I don’t want the slut but she licked my meat

Can’t no fuck nigga handle me

10 800 Free CVD

Move packs through the air boomerang frisbee

Gone off the molly and the tuss' we wildin'

Ruff with the Tec, eject defiling

He ain’t moving bricks, fuck nigga be lying

Ran in his trap, only had three ounces

Left a nigga dead by the duplex houses

You a ho nigga wearing skirts and blouses

Trap off vaco’s and 'bandoned houses

Jug all year, I ain’t taking no losses

I got bitches in the trap, I got hookers by the store

Call me if you need a slut, you know Maxo jugging ho’s

Fuck nigga sneak dissing, they be plotting on the low

Frilly nigga squashing beef, fuck a truce we go to war, nigga

(Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap

Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap)

Yeah, fuck y’all ass nigga, I ain’t buying none of that shit.

Don’t call me,

don’t hit me tryna' squash shit nigga.

When I see you, on sight nigga.

Pistols toting nigga pistols blowing nigga.

Kream Gang

(Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap

Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap)

We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill

Chopper mags inside the whip

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Eat the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch

Shoot his momma and his bitch

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a bitch

Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

All these bitches on my dick, I don’t love em' give em' shit

She gon' fuck and suck the clique

Don’t know how you can’t get that shit

Part 2: Maxo 187

Maxo 187 nigga

Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun

Air em' out, lay em' in the lungs, hope his people come

Spray it out, bullets at your son, I am not the one

Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the killing just begun

Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the pistol grip

Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips

If a nigga don’t die, then we come back quick

On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick

'Cause we up in this bitch like a dildo, ball like field goal

Motherfuck a Jim Crow, here we go

Look out the window, Jeepers Creepers

Scope on choppers call em' peepers

Outliner, hit his grandmomma with the street sweeper

Off the chain I bomb grenades and aim at

No tiki barbers peel his top back like quit lyin

Minute makers bullets silent, mode and violence, starting riots

Pimping bitches, give em' guidance

Fuck these bitches run inside em'

Home invasions, we be robbing, we be mobbing, bullets launching

Niggas jogging, Maxo Gaddafi, Maxo Bin Laden

Since they shot my brother in the face, I’m on some other shit

I’ma make you suffer nigga, kill your wifey and your kids

Shells in the baby crib, blood on the baby bib

Put your brains in your lap, you lost your mind well there it is

(Ha ha ha, fuck ass nigga)

Maxo 187 nigga

Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun

Air em' out, lay em' in the lungs, hope his people come

Spray it out, bullets at your son, I am not the one

Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the killing just begun

Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the pistol grip

Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips

If a nigga don’t die, then we come back quick

On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick

'Cause we up in this bitch like a dildo, ball like field goal

Motherfuck a Jim Crow, here we go

Catch em' on the block, ooh kill em' like Terio

Flame his ass up cremate em', no funeral

I’m a slam dunk bitch nigga you a finger roll

Shooters in the trap and they all on payroll

Niggas try to imitate, chopper bullets penetrate

Marijuana mary jane, Swisha grape elevate

Money talk communicate, robberies I aggravate

Stitch you with assassinate never time to get away

Sip a lot of lean so it’s purple when I urinate

Serve a lot of fiends saw up and down the interstate

Move a lot of weight so the plug give me extra faith

Know my money’s straight I’ll see you in a couple days

Hella' play it cool 'cause the plug ain’t safe

Follow him home yeah we know where he stay

Fuck that nigga he taxing anyway

Clean out the safe then hit him with the K

Since they shot my brother in the face, I’m on some other shit

I’ma make you suffer nigga, kill your wifey and your kids

Shells in the baby crib, blood on the baby bib

Put your brains in your lap, you lost your mind well there it is, nigga

(Fuck ass nigga, thought I told y’all we ain’t playing with none of y’all

niggas.

Maxo 187 nigga, If I said it I meant it nigga)

Maxo 187 nigga

Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun

Air em' out, lay em' in the lungs, hope his people come

Spray it out, bullets at your son, I am not the one

Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the killing just begun

Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the pistol grip

Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips

If a nigga don’t die, then we come back quick

On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick

'Cause we up in this bitch like a dildo, ball like field goal

Motherfuck a Jim Crow, here we go