[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

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 lean-er, 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

[Maxo Kream]
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´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 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

[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
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 lean-er, 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

[Benny The Butcher]

Yo
It´s me behind limo tint, off a key 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 eighty 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

[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

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 lean-er, 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