Maxo Kream - Get That $Hit / Maxo 187 lyrics

Part 1: Get That $Hit [Intro] I think this is probably the first time this has been played on the air [Hook] (Yeah, f** all y'all friendly a** n***as. It's Kream Clicc Gang, bang n***a straight headshots you know how I rock n***a, f** you don't call my phone I friendly f** a** n***a) We got thirties on the clip, [?] bag of Memphis trill Chopper mags inside the whip Don't know how you can't get that sh** Eat the ratchet never slip, n***as faker than a b**h Chewed his momma and his b**h Don't know how you can't get that sh** Real n***a never switch, 'bout my money f** a b**h Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips Don't know how you can't get that sh** All these b**hes on my dick, I don't love em' give em' sh** She gon' f** and s** the Clicc Don't know how you can't get that sh** [Verse 1] We got toasters in the whip, I got fiends at the door I be trapping like a b**h, I got workers by the store They be packing thirty clips, choppa' toting let it blast Never talk around a b**h, messy ho's will get you smoked I don't got no f**ing friends, just my choppa' and my scope Heard a n***a got plex well b**h what's cracking let me know Kidnap your baby momma then we pistol whip that ho Do you like Benihana's? You'll get served in front of that ho There ain't no game when the Mac go bang Rob dice game and crack c**aine Set a n***a up, then go hit the stain 11 Tre 7 that's Kream Clicc Gang Tecs and Mac-11 they'll split your brain f** Mayfield we ain't [?] gang Fifty shot Tec I don't need no aim Major pain, hollows split your dame [Hook] We got thirties on the clip, [?] bag of Memphis trill Chopper mags inside the whip Don't know how you can't get that sh** Eat the ratchet never slip, n***as faker than a b**h Chewed his momma and his b**h Don't know how you can't get that sh** Real n***a never switch, 'bout my money f** a b**h Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips Don't know how you can't get that sh** All these b**hes on my dick, I don't love em' give em' sh** She gon' f** and s** the Clicc Don't know how you can't get that sh** [Verse 2] Real street n***a no hide and seek Camped outside like a Jordan release Whole block wild, I don't never go to sleep f** n***a mad 'cause the b**h chose me I don't want the s*ut but she licked my meat Can't no f** n***a handle me 10800 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, f** n***a be lying Ran in his trap, only had three ounces Left a n***a dead by the duplex houses You a ho n***a wearing skirts and blouses Trap off vaco's and 'bandoned houses Jug all year, I ain't taking no losses I got b**hes in the trap, I got hookers by the store Call me if you need a s*ut, you know Maxo jugging ho's f** n***a sneak dissing, they be plotting on the low Frilly n***a squashing beef, f** a truce we go to war, n***a (Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap) Yeah, f** y'all a** n***a, I ain't buying none of that sh**. Don't call me, don't hit me tryna' squash sh** n***a. When I see you, on sight n***a. Pistols toting [?] crip n***a. Kream Clicc Gang (Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap) [Hook] We got thirties on the clip, bag of Memphis trill Chopper mags inside the whip Don't know how you can't get that sh** Eat the ratchet never slip, n***as faker than a b**h Chewed his momma and his b**h Don't know how you can't get that sh** Real n***a never switch, 'bout my money f** a b**h Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips Don't know how you can't get that sh** All these b**hes on my dick, I don't love em' give em' sh** She gon' f** and s** the Clicc Don't know how you can't get that sh** Part 2: Maxo 187 [Hook] Maxo 187 n***a Bangers out, b**h we shooting guns, do this sh** 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 k**ing just begun Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the pistol grip Choked out, coked out, b**h we shoot extended clips If a n***a don't die, then we come back quick On some crackhead sh**, gotta stack bread quick 'Cause we up in this b**h like a dil*o, ball like field goal Motherf** a Jim Crow, here we go [Verse 1] 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 [?] hollows [?] peel his top back like quit lyin Minute makers bullets silent, mode and violence, starting riots Pimping b**hes, give em' guidance f** these b**hes run inside em' Home invasions, we be robbing, we be mobbing, bullets launching n***as jogging, Maxo Gaddafi, Maxo Bin Laden [Bridge] Since they shot my brother in the face, I'm on some other sh** I'ma make you suffer n***a, k** 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, f** a** n***a) [Hook] Maxo 187 n***a Bangers out, b**h we shooting guns, do this sh** 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 k**ing just begun Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the pistol grip Choked out, coked out, b**h we shoot extended clips If a n***a don't die, then we come back quick On some crackhead sh**, gotta stack bread quick 'Cause we up in this b**h like a dil*o, ball like field goal Motherf** a Jim Crow, here we go [Verse 2] Catch em' on the block, ooh k** em' like Terio Flame his a** up cremate em', no funeral I'm a slam dunk b**h n***a you a finger roll Shooters in the trap and they all on payroll n***as try to imitate, chopper bullets penetrate Marijuana mary jane, Swisha grape elevate Money talk communicate, robberies I aggravate Stitch you with a**a**inate 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 f** that n***a he taxing anyway Clean out the safe then hit him with the K [Bridge] Since they shot my brother in the face, I'm on some other sh** I'ma make you suffer n***a, k** 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, n***a (f** a** n***a, thought I told y'all we ain't playing with none of y'all n***as. Maxo 187 n***a, If I said it I meant it n***a) [Hook] Maxo 187 n***a Bangers out, b**h we shooting guns, do this sh** 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 k**ing just begun Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the pistol grip Choked out, coked out, b**h we shoot extended clips If a n***a don't die, then we come back quick On some crackhead sh**, gotta stack bread quick 'Cause we up in this b**h like a dil*o, ball like field goal Motherf** a Jim Crow, here we go