Letra de MIXIN JUICES - Maxo Kream

(Feat. Babyface Ray)

XDs, Glocks, and Rugers

Clips like rulers, fuck my tutors

Fucked 'round Crip and found his Hoover

Scoot up, shoot him like some hoopers

Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices

When the opps see me, they're scared

They tryna plea and cop in deuces

Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia

Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps

Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future

Got thot [?], suckin' that D

She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie

On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp

Good group, but she a groupie

You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain

He don't claim no game, he a neutral

I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains

Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie

Shoot clips like Spike Lee movies

Stay with the clips like Pusha T

Draco chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees

Get jacked like Jill, Maxo feelin' lit

Twenty FNs on me

Stashin' doja in a motor, a Toyota's pushin' ki's

This lil' bitch, she bad but broke, I fuck her, now she useless

I can take a clean cream, watch me chop and screw it

Face mobs swingin' slabs, I am not from Houston

Bitches twerkin', money flyin', 'til they stop the music

Yeah, rich persona

Niggas prima donnas

That glizzy like the night light, I can't sleep without it

Trappin' like it's fight night, watch me beat the block

I pray that you not kissin' her, 'cause she was eatin' cock

Peep the watch, see the bezel, got more Prada than the devil

She said that I ain't shit, well all dogs go to heaven

Lately I been busy, I got AMs in the schedule

Welcome to the mob, I pay your bails if you just catch me

Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices

When the opps see me, they're scared

They tryna plea and cop in deuces

Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia

Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps

Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future

Got thot [?], suckin' that D

She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie

On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp

Good group, but she a groupie

You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain

He don't claim no game, he a neutral

I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains

Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie

Sip a whole lotta red like Playboi Carti

I hop out the vert with the uzi

I'ma up that pole like a stripper hoe

Then wipe a nigga down like Boosie

Cops tryna come, Maxo don't run, I'ma hide this dump in her coochie

Search the car, no gun, no drugs

But it smell like runts and pussy

K roll a pint, I'ma cut it like a free agent

Roll a opp up like some za, smoke him, get him cremated

Run out from work, your mom get merked

Don't play me like no goofy

Finessed the jerk, he wanted perks, he really bought some roofies

Put a bag on your bro, they'll tag your toe

With a shitbag full of dookie

Do pick-ups in that Lam truck, do drive-bys in that hooptie

Reup then take a Bentley

Cocaine pill just like Madonna

I keep dog food like a Frenchie, cut with Fenty like Rihanna

Balenciaga, don dada, Mad Max, a shotter

They know we killed their partner but the opps scared to try us

We got XDs, Glocks, and Rugers

Clips like rulers, fuck my tutors

Fucked 'round Crip and found his Hoover

Scoot up, shoot him like some hoopers

Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices

When the opps see me, they're scared

They tryna plea and cop in deuces

Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia

Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps

Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future

Got thot [?], suckin' that D

She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie

On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp

Good group, but she a groupie

You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain

He don't claim no game, he a neutral

I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains

Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie

Shoot clips like Spike Lee movies

Stay with the clips like Pusha T

Draco chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees

Get jacked like Jill, Maxo feelin' lit

Twenty FNs on me

Stashin' doja in a motor, a Toyota's pushin' ki's

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