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Maxo Kream

Fatt Blacc Twins

 

Fatt Blacc Twins


(Ayy, Tez, this you?)
Kream Clicc gang, gang
Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo
Alright (Let's go)

Fat, Black, gap-toothed, and I still be fucking skinny hoes
Weed, Percs, syrup, work, trapping I could get it gone
Addicted to that syrup, shh, I'll blick my granny for it
Extendo on the glizzy, this bitch shoot just like a semicolon
Me and BFB the fat twins, I just look better
No escalator, elevators, all my niggas real steppers
He capping, I'm more sexy, only fuck with hoes who messy
Ratchet bitches be a blessing, Dodge or Benz, don't fuck with Tesla

Okay, I take my shirt off and your lil' hoes try to molest me
I fucked this bitch, she top me off, I played it off like she my bestie
Glock with a dick, I add a button, watch it switch like Caitlyn Jenner
Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, walk with sticks like blind niggas

I can't wait until the day I scratch miss Lizzo off my checklist
Uh, she with a skinny nigga, that's why she ignore my message
Told Dallas Martin to tell lil' baby, don't she miss her blesser?
Real North Flint nigga getting money out in Texas

Thirty sticks in the studio, BFB looking real nervous
I be with real street niggas, I don't bunfight in the murders
Still cut Perkies with the fentanyl, just put a lower dose
[?]

Police come and question me 'bout cocaine and some murders
Pussy bitch, I work for UPS, I know you niggas hurt
Oh, side note, I snuck them bitches in the plane in granny girdle
Gotta have it, I be tricking on the bitches that be squirters

Police grabbed us for the RICO when one pussy nigga snitched
God forgive, I don't forget, so when I catch him, he get spinned
Bogart Hi-Tech, mixing seals, my cup real dirty like Flint water
One-twenty-one, one-thirty-nine, I fucked a mother and her daughter

Quagen in my Fanta, selling pints in East Atlanta
Got a fiend from out the SWA and I nicknamed him Country Grammar
Ayy, my favorite bitch a stripper ho, the pussy taste like candy
I'ma get that check regardless, either rap or trap or scamming

Fat, Black, gap-toothed, and I still be fucking skinny hoes
Weed, Percs, syrup, work, trapping I could get it gone
Addicted to that syrup, shh, I'll blick my granny for it
Extendo on the glizzy, this bitch shoot just like a semicolon
Me and BFB the fat twins, I just look better
No escalator, elevators, all my niggas real steppers
He capping, I'm more sexy, only fuck with hoes who messy
Ratchet bitches be a blessing, Dodge or Benz, don't fuck with Tesla

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