Maxo Kream – THEY SAY Lyrics

Maxo Kream THEY SAY Lyrics, THEY SAY Lyrics by Maxo Kream

And they say Maxo a bitch
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 bitch
He out here trickin’ on hoes

He ain’t flippin’ no bricks
He ain’t shippin’ no buds
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 60s
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
‘Cause if he do, he get robbed, we strip his jewels off his neck

‘Cause he ain’t totin’ no uzis
He ain’t 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, then that n**** surpassed him
Cap rappin’ like you trappin’ hard and sellin’ keys, n**** please
You ain’t a 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 n**** just a rapper, fat black bastard
Bitch ass n****, fuck you and your daddy

Credit card scammin’
That ain’t shit to talk about, you fat, rat, duck ass n****
Shut your gap mouth

Must be forgetting I’m the same one from the trenches
Started makin’ rap money
N***** started actin’ different
Sad n**** with this bag, I was a broke happy n****

Pocket watchin’ all my spendin, said I’m dead wrong
Hate to see me livin’, they won’t love me till I’m dead gone
Your day one n***** 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 n*****, worked my ass off, so how I owe you n****?
‘Cross the globe, took you to my shows then bought bowls for n*****
Lou and Ghost died, I even tried to buy some poles for n*****
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’, bitch, I’m straight
Maxo Kobe, switch my number had to leave that section 8

I threw 24s 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 bails bond
Sent him upstate I bought ’em 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, that Mmadu Biosah tombstone

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