FOOTBALL HEADS (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: WEIGHT OF THE WORLD - 2021)

[Maxo Kream:]
Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em
Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, taking pills, off depressants
Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was going fed, moving football heads, call it Helga
Codeine by the lean-er, pounds of gasolina and Griselda
Serving with my nina, cooking good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red beamer, champagne two-seater
Limo tint, John Cena
Maxo Money Making Mitch

More like Alpo, I go Rambo, watch me kill you for them bricks
I keep that heater on my hip, love my nina, that's my bitch
Down to drill like O'Neal, she'll kill you for them bricks
Monkey nuts, banana clips, go Harambe for them chips
Trapping ain't dead, you snitch to feds, but them feds won't protect you
Lettuce, bread on your head, dead your mans, tell him, "Catch up"
Pull up gunning, bullets flying over heads like projectors
My flow vicious, every sentence over heads like projectors
Tookie Williams with my cripping, overhead, boss lieutenant
Hit your block with them chops, let off shots, we gon' spin it
Hit your block with the mop, popping tops, we gon' cleanse it
Shoot up your house with them Glocks, killing everybody in it

Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em
Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, taking pills, off depressants
Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was going fed, moving football heads, call it Helga
Codeine by the lean-er, pounds of gasolina and Griselda
Serving with my nina, cooking good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red beamer, champagne two-seater
Limo tint, John Cena

[Benny The Butcher:]
Yo
It's me behind limo tint, off a ki' that I triple flipped
That's me with the broad with the foreign car and the big ol' tits
That's me with the V that start at three, then shift to six
That's me with the eighty carat VS piece with the big ol' chips
I'm the reason there's work back home, I'm the reason these niggas rich
I'm the reason these haters popping, they swing on this big ol' dick
I'm the reason these trappers back, tell Zack he should get a flick
And we need this wide angle, and make sure you get the kicks
I look like I'm worth the guapo, I look like I work for Chapo
My bitch worth a few hundred K, my neck worth a Murcielago
I'm from the real nigga era where money don't certify you
She thinking Del Frisco's, but she get a Birkin out you
I fuck with niggas like Max', you fuck with niggas who rats
Fans don't know the difference from song and what's really true facts
My dog said he been to Wafi and Fevzi, he still ain't found a white watch
I said, "Invest it all on white blocks," let's go

[Maxo Kream:]
Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em
Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, taking pills, off depressants
Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was going fed, moving football heads, call it Helga
Codeine by the lean-er, pounds of gasolina and Griselda
Serving with my nina, cooking good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red beamer, champagne two-seater
Limo tint, John Cena
Maxo Money Making Mitch