Get That $Hit / Maxo 187
(专辑: QuiccStrikes - 2013)
[Part 1: Get That $Hit] I
think this is probably the
first time this has been played on the
air (Yeah, fuck all y'all friendly ass niggas. It's Kream Clicc Gang, bang nigga straight headshots you know how I
rock nigga, fuck you don't call my phone I
friendly fuck ass nigga) We got thirties on the
clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill Chopper mags inside the
whip Don't know how you can't get that shit Eat the
ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a
bitch Shoot his momma and his bitch Don't know how you can't get that shit Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a
bitch Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips Don't know how you can't get that shit All these bitches on my dick, I
don't love em' give em' shit She gon' fuck and suck the
Clicc Don't know how you can't get that shit We got toasters in the
whip, I
got fiends at the
door I
be trapping like a
bitch, I
got workers by the
store They be packing thirty clips, choppa' toting let it blast Never talk around a
bitch, messy ho's will get you smoked I
don't got no fucking friends, just my choppa' and my scope Heard a
nigga got plex well bitch what's cracking let me know Kidnap your baby momma then we pistol whip that ho Do you like Benihana's? You'll get served in front of that ho There ain't no game when the
Mac go bang Rob dice game and crack cocaine Set a
nigga up, then go hit the
stain 11 Tre 7
that's Kream Clicc Gang Tecs and Mac-11 they'll split your brain Fuck Mayfield we ain't deuce 5
gang Fifty shot Tec I
don't need no aim Major pain, hollows split your dame We got thirties on the
clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill Chopper mags inside the
whip Don't know how you can't get that shit Eat the
ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a
bitch Shoot his momma and his bitch Don't know how you can't get that shit Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a
bitch Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips Don't know how you can't get that shit All these bitches on my dick, I
don't love em' give em' shit She gon' fuck and suck the
Clicc Don't know how you can't get that shit Real street nigga no hide and seek Camped outside like a
Jordan release Whole block wild, I
don't never go to sleep Fuck nigga mad 'cause the
bitch chose me I
don't want the
slut but she licked my meat Can't no fuck nigga handle me 10800 Free CVD Move packs through the
air boomerang frisbee Gone off the
molly and the
tuss' we wilding Ruff with the
Tec, eject defiling He ain't moving bricks, fuck nigga be lying Ran in his trap, only had three ounces Left a
nigga dead by the
duplex houses You a
ho nigga wearing skirts and blouses Trap off vaco's and 'bandoned houses Jug all year, I
ain't taking no losses I
got bitches in the
trap, I
got hookers by the
store Call me if you need a
slut, you know Maxo jugging ho's Fuck nigga sneak dissing, they be plotting on the
low Frilly nigga squashing beef, fuck a
truce we go to war, nigga (Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap) Yeah, fuck y'all ass nigga, I
ain't buying none of that shit. Don't call me, don't hit me tryna' squash shit nigga. When I
see you, on sight nigga. Pistols toting [?] crip nigga. Kream Clicc Gang (Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap Pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap) We got thirties on the
clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill Chopper mags inside the
whip Don't know how you can't get that shit Eat the
ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a
bitch Shoot his momma and his bitch Don't know how you can't get that shit Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a
bitch Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips Don't know how you can't get that shit All these bitches on my dick, I
don't love em' give em' shit She gon' fuck and suck the
Clicc Don't know how you can't get that shit [Part 2: Maxo 187] Maxo 187 nigga Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun Air em' out, lay em' in the
lungs, hope his people come Spray it out, bullets at your son, I
am not the
one Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the
killing just begun Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the
pistol grip Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips If a
nigga don't die, then we come back quick On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick 'Cause we up in this bitch like a
dildo, ball like field goal Motherfuck a
Jim Crow, here we go Look out the
window, Jeepers Creepers Scope on choppers call em' peepers Outliner, hit his grandmomma with the
street sweeper Off the
chain I
bomb grenades and aim at [?] No tiki barbers [?] hollows [?] peel his top back like quit lyin Minute makers bullets silent, mode and violence, starting riots Pimping bitches, give em' guidance Fuck these bitches run inside em' Home invasions, we be robbing, we be mobbing, bullets launching Niggas jogging, Maxo Gaddafi, Maxo Bin Laden Since they shot my brother in the
face, I'm on some other shit I'ma make you suffer nigga, kill your wifey and your kids Shells in the
baby crib, blood on the
baby bib Put your brains in your lap, you lost your mind well there it is (Ha ha ha, fuck ass nigga) Maxo 187 nigga Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun Air em' out, lay em' in the
lungs, hope his people come Spray it out, bullets at your son, I
am not the
one Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the
killing just begun Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the
pistol grip Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips If a
nigga don't die, then we come back quick On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick 'Cause we up in this bitch like a
dildo, ball like field goal Motherfuck a
Jim Crow, here we go Catch em' on the
block, ooh kill em' like Terio Flame his ass up cremate em', no funeral I'm a
slam dunk bitch nigga you a
finger roll Shooters in the
trap and they all on payroll Niggas try to imitate, chopper bullets penetrate Marijuana mary jane, Swisha grape elevate Money talk communicate, robberies I
aggravate Stitch you with assassinate never time to get away Sip a
lot of lean so it's purple when I
urinate Serve a
lot of fiends saw up and down the
interstate Move a
lot of weight so the
plug give me extra faith Know my money's straight I'll see you in a
couple days Hella' play it cool 'cause the
plug ain't safe Follow him home yeah we know where he stay Fuck that nigga he taxing anyway Clean out the
safe then hit him with the K
Since they shot my brother in the
face, I'm on some other shit I'ma make you suffer nigga, kill your wifey and your kids Shells in the
baby crib, blood on the
baby bib Put your brains in your lap, you lost your mind well there it is, nigga (Fuck ass nigga, thought I
told y'all we ain't playing with none of y'all niggas. Maxo 187 nigga, If I
said it I
meant it nigga) Maxo 187 nigga Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns, do this shit for fun Air em' out, lay em' in the
lungs, hope his people come Spray it out, bullets at your son, I
am not the
one Clear it out, this is kingdom come, the
killing just begun Smoked out Locced' out, riding with the
pistol grip Choked out, coked out, bitch we shoot extended clips If a
nigga don't die, then we come back quick On some crackhead shit, gotta stack bread quick 'Cause we up in this bitch like a
dildo, ball like field goal Motherfuck a
Jim Crow, here we go