THEY SAY

[Verse 1] 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 thеm 60's You ain't no ScHoolboy Q, and you ain't Crippin like Nipsey He bеt' 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 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 [Bridge] 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? [Beat Switch] [Verse 2] 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 straightMaxo 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 [Outro] 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