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[Maxo Kream]
Now what I look like
And if it ain´t money, I don´t look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don´t book flights
Gamble for the money but I don´t shoot dice

Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that´s new ice"

[Maxo Kream]
New G63, cut the roof not the top back
We shootin´ 223´s at the roof, knock his top back
I´m in another league, when I speak, you can´t talk back
´Cause I talk big racks and I tote big straps
And I can´t snort lines because I sold crack
And I don´t do lines, I sleep through these bags
Don´t sneak diss online, ´cause I still squeeze 9´s
Just pull up, flatline and push your shit back

[Maxo Kream & Freddie Gibbs]
Now what I look like
And if it ain´t money, I don´t look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don´t book flights
Gamble for the money but I don´t shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight (Yeah, yeah)
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that´s new ice" (Yeah, yeah, ???, baby, let´s get it)

[Freddie Gibbs]
Rippin´ and flippin´ that thing, I ship it off, wrap a book tight (Yeah)
Niggas been switchin´ the smack, I still got crack, I got good white (Yeah)
Chicken with twenty-eight racks, I´m takin´ it back if it cook right (Yeah-yeah)

Hundred and eight-four pounds, bitch, I´m the real skinny Suge Knight (Woo)
Keep ´em package in the check-in baggage, that´s one the rabbit holes (Yeah)
Nigga ran off, had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole (Yeah)
I just copped the Buckhead condo for my Atlanta ho (Bitch)
Gettin´ sloppy top with the 7 in automatic mode
I pray Lord Allah got forgiveness for killers (Yeah)
We pray when we lost but forget when we winnin´ (Yeah)
Courthouse, penitentiary was not my intention
I front door my front seats in front of my engine, yeah
Sports cars off the work, call ´em work cars (Yeah)

Your ho don´t like a like a hitta blow, I let the vert park (Yeah)
For Christmastime, I got obituaries for your squad
I put that shit on DVL ´cause I don´t swear to God, yeah

[Maxo Kream]
And what the fuck I look like
And if it ain´t money, I don´t look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don´t book flights
Gamble for the money but I don´t shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that´s new ice"