And they say Maxo a bitch, they say Maxo a ho
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 bitch, 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 shit, 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 he fuck with them 60´s
You ain´t no ScHoolboy Q, and you ain´t Crippin like Nipsey
He bet´ not come to the block, don´t step a foot in the set/city
´Cause if he do, he get robbed, 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´ the album?
He put Playboi Carti on and then that nigga surpassed him
Cap rappin´ like you trappin´ hard and sellin´ keys, nigga, please
You ain´t trapper, you just sellin´ weed
But let him tell it, he the plug and he got everything
I heard he trickin´ on a bitch, he give her everything
That nigga just a rapper, fat Black bastard
Bitch ass nigga, fuck you and your daddy
Credit card scammin´, there ain´t shit to talk about
You fake rap, duck ass nigga, shut your gap mouth

Fuck Maxo
He ain´t a Crip, fuck Maxo
Nigga talkin´ ´bout he be in the hood
Who he think he is?
Think he an Alief vet?

Must be forgettin´ I´m the same one from the trenches
Started makin´ rap money, niggas started actin´ different
Sad nigga with his bag, I was a broke happy nigga
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, day one niggas turned to killers
Paper Backwood, Swishers, tryna smoke me like a damn bong

Like we ain´t slang that rock for paper, totin´ scissors
Told you niggas, worked my ass off, so how I owe you, nigga?
´Cross the globe, took you to my shows, done bought poles for niggas
Lou and Ghost died, I even tried to buy some poles for niggas
Put my cash on Instagram and post it like you stole it from me
´Posed to be my homie but you turned around and hoed me
Left me by my lonely, I ain´t stressin´, bitch, I´m straight
Maxo Kobe, switch my number, had to leave that Section 8
I threw 2-4´s on my Lambo, Texas Forgiato 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 bought him iPhones and some Samsungs
Hurt me great, and I hate I had to make this damn song
Daddy doin´ years, free my brother, bring Ju home
Sheddin´ tears at Mmadu Biosah tombstone

And they say Maxo a bitch, they say Maxo a ho
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 bitch, he out here trickin´ on hoes