Maxo Kream - THEY SAY lyrics

[Verse 1] And they say, "Maxo a b*tch", they say, "Maxo a hoe" He got rich and he dipped, don't come around no more They say he switched on his clique, yeah, he turned on his bros And he ain't pimpin' a b*tch, he out here trickin' on hoes He ain't flippin' no bricks, he ain't shippin' no birds Slangin' grammies and nicks, but he think he the plug Like he shootin' up sh*t, like he really a thug And he ain't really a Crip, he used to be with them Bloods He scream out, "Hoover Deuce", but hе fu*k with them 60's You ain't no ScHoolboy Q, and you ain't Crippin like Nipsey Hе bet not come to the block, don't step a foot in the set 'Cause if he do, he get rawed, we strip his jewels off his neck 'Cause he ain't totin' no Uzis, he ain't no droppin' no bodies He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album? He put Playboi Carti on, then that ni**a surpassed him Cap rappin' like you trappin' hard and sellin' keys ni**a, please You ain't trapper, you just sellin' weed But let him tell her he the plug and he got everything I heard he trickin' on a b*tch, he give her everything That ni**a just a rapper, fat Black ba*tard b*tch ass ni**a, fu*k you and your daddy Credit card scammin', that ain't sh*t to talk about You fat rat, duck ass ni**a, shut your gat mouth [Bridge] (fu*k Maxo, you hear me? fu*k Maxo, Crip, fu*k Maxo [?]) [Verse 2] Must be forgettin' I'm the same one from the trenches Started makin' rap money, ni**as started actin' different Sad ni**a with his bag, I was a broke happy ni**a Pocket watchin' all my spendin', said I'm dead wrong Hate to see me livin', they won't love 'til I'm dead gone Yeah, back when ni**as turned to killers Paper Backwood, Swishers, tryna smoke me like a damn bong Like we ain't send that rock for paper, totin' scissors Told you ni**as, work my ass off, so how I owe you, ni**a? Cross the globe, pick you to my shows, then [?] for ni**as Lou and Ghost died, I even tried to buy some poles for ni**as Put my cash on Instagram then post it like you stole it from me 'Posed to be my homie but you turned around and hoe'd me Left me by my lonely, I ain't stressin', b*tch, I'm straight Maxo Kobe, switch my number, had to leave that Section 8 I threw 2-4's on my Lambo, Texas Forgiatto plates I wasn't stingy with my cake, I let you have some Go to jail and never wait because I paid the bail's bond Sent him upstate, I buy them iPhones and some Samsung Hurt me great, and I hate I had to make this damn song Daddy doin' years, free my brother, bring Juu home Sheddin' tears at my [?] tombstone [Outro] And they say, "Maxo a b*tch", they say, "Maxo a hoe" He got rich and he dipped, don't come around no more They say he switched on his clique, yeah, he turned on his bros And he ain't pimpin' a b*tch, he out here trickin' on hoes