Maxim

Ha, Said he a hardbody he a caption (What) Slide on your classmate now he absent (Woah) You niggas try hard for reactions Now you gon' die hard like Maxim Under the bleacher, trappin' Just like a teacher, subtract em' I got mob ties I'mma wax em' He said he top five why he cappin' These niggas be hoes and I know they cappin' it These niggas hard for the internet (Woah woah) Net talking we is not into that (Woah woah) Slide on you boy that's the end of that Okay lil' bitch that's a Fendi fact If I up the glick then is you gon' run? Like how that's your bitch but she think I'm the one Like how do you trap you don't got a gun (Yeah whoa) Boy put down the mic it ain't for everyone (Woah woah) Now I'm in that- (Woah woah) I'm in that Van like Kendrick Lamar And she wanna f*ck she see I'm a star (Bitch ass nigga) He wanted the smoke now he a cigar I took me a yellow so I feel like Mar (Uh huh) I'm finna pull up in the wraith like a regular car(What what? What what) Then pop me another lil' bar (What) He want the smoke he gon' get some Don't make me blick some Pull up on you and we blitzin' (Ok ok ok) They sleep on me like a futon I need my croutons Now that lil' bitch gon' get screwed on (Ok ok) Like f*ck is you doing (F*ck is you?) Bitch I'm the new one I ain't had no fans so I grew em' True story(Nah, fax, what) She tryna treat a lil' nigga like Jesus (F*ck nigga) You niggas ain't me these niggas be cheesy Don't want to call em' my son that nigga a fetus I stay on the block like my missions completed Speak on my brother we leave em' in pieces Got a cool white plug I think his name Cleetus Red light shit, like Eddie Gianni She got a fat ass so I'm sitting behind These niggas hoes if I keep it a hunnid They be like "Wintr yeah you run it" (Uh huh Uh huh) They be like "Wintr yeah you the one on top nigga" They be like "Wintr young nigga got a heart nigga" See me in the stu like oh you making bops nigga Catch me in the street like oh he got a Glock innem? Ha, Said he a hardbody he a caption (Ay) Slide on your classmate now he absent You niggas try hard for reactions Now you gon' die hard like Maxim Under the bleacher, trappin' Just like a teacher, subtract em' I got mob ties I'mma wax em' (C'mon yeah)