Letra de REMOTE - Maxo Kream

(Feat. Peso Peso, KCG Josh)

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

5.56 and .223, shoot NATO rounds, that chopper sound

No corona, masked up with the ski

Hop out, shoot gun down your SUV

Pistol trigger Maxo fuckin' C

Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID

Dare niggas put a hand on me

Reachin' for my neck, I'll blow this TEC like I'm a referee

Shoot you like a free throw, Maxo Deebo, ain't no ho in me

Big old Crippin', boss lieutenant, ain't no little bro in me

Nigga never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets

If a nigga say he stole from me, he must've put a hole in me

Run off with that package, get to clappin' like a ceremony

Laser beam extensions

Call of Duty scope with night ray vision

I thought y'all was new opps, your boy got shot, I just forgot I did it

Beef over bologna, like a butcher, keep the cutter on me

In the field, I'm Maxo Jeepers Creepers

Matte black my car, my matte black PLR came with some heat seekers

Glocks and chops, we hit your block with mops, now that's a streetsweeper

Maxo Grim Reaper

Rollin' off a pill, I don't steal, I just kill people

Jugg, finesse the plug for the drugs, now them seals cheaper

Use my pistol like a pencil, draw that lead, let the trigger bust

Rap niggas scared, they play dead 'fore they play with us

5.56 and .223, shoot NATO rounds, that chopper sound

No corona, masked up with the ski

Hop out, shoot gun down your SUV

Pistol trigger Maxo fuckin' C

Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID

Dare niggas put a hand on me

Reachin' for my neck, I'll blow this TEC like I'm a referee

Shoot you like a free throw, Maxo Deebo, ain't no ho in me

Big old Crippin', boss lieutenant, ain't no little bro in me

Nigga never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets

Remote control, DirecTV

.223'll shoot through a tree

Never tried to keep the peace

We'd rather see 'em rest in peace

Used to be known for sellin' weed

Now I'm fuckin' hoes from West to East

Make her suck my dick and leave

No, she can't get the rest of me

I keep a forty tucked right by my nuts

Caitlyn Jenner, it might switch up

F&N bullets go straight through your trunk

Think you a bully, you fightin' this gun

My niggas stupid, they do this for fun

Some of my niggas, they do it for funds

I'll send a hit on your head by the night

When I wake up, you'll be gone by the morning

Pull up on they block with a Glock, let's get it

Hop out, FN, put three in his fitted

These niggas ain't gangster, these niggas are timid

Got bricks on deck, cooked three in the kitchen

No Seroquel, put you to sleep if you trippin'

Give my shooter a dub, he completin' the mission

In his hood with a blick, I don't need no permission

Need a P? Hold on, just give me a minute

When I'm countin' my racks, I don't wanna be bothered

Look at my wrist, neck, teeth, water

My racks are lookin' like books, I'm the author

My shooter, he still in the cut like a barber

Got Givenchy linen and my wrist got baguettes

These niggas act tough, ain't postin' a threat

VIP in the club while I'm holdin' a TEC

Nigga reach for my chain, put a hole in your neck

5.56 and .223, shoot NATO rounds, that chopper sound

No corona, masked up with the ski

Hop out, shoot gun down your SUV

Pistol trigger Maxo fuckin' C

Or Maxo Waka Flocka, Draco chopper on me like ID

Dare niggas put a hand on me

Reachin' for my neck, I'll blow this TEC like I'm a referee

Shoot you like a free throw, Maxo Deebo, ain't no ho in me

Big old Crippin', boss lieutenant, ain't no little bro in me

Nigga never stole from me, no remote, I control the streets

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