Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail ′em

Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants

Perkies, Seroquels, we called ′em football heads when we'd sell 'emWe was goin′ fed, movin′ football heads, call it Helga

Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda

Servin' with my nina, cookin′ 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

Trappin′ 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 gunnin′, bullets flyin′ over heads like projectors

My flow vicious, every sentence over heads like projectors

Tookie Williams with my crippin', overhead, boss lieutenant

Hit your block with them chops, let off shots, we gon′ spin it

Hit your block with the mop, poppin' tops, we gon′ cleanse it

Shoot up your house with them Glocks, killin' everybody in it

Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail ′em

Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants

Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we′d sell ′em

We was goin' fed, movin′ football heads, call it Helga

Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda

Servin' with my nina, cookin′ good Christina Aguilera

In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater

Limo tint, John Cena

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 80-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 poppin′, 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 thinkin′ 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

Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail ′em

Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin′ pills, off depressants

Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we′d sell 'em

We was goin′ fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga

Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda

Servin′ with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera

In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater

Limo tint, John Cena

Maxo Money Making Mitch