YMG Songtext

von Maxo Kream

Yeah nigga young max god in this bitch
Straight outta h town
The trill capital nigga
Tired of these ho ass niggas
Falsifying
Trying to use our shit nigga
We been coming down, we been doing this shit nigga
Young max god nigga the best in this shit
The best out the h
If you dont like it suck a motherfucking dick
Nigga
BOW BOW
Kream clique gang bang bang bitch
Young max god 30 bitches in the rover
4 Beyonce's, fiances no hova
Young max god came through with the chopper
Shoot him in the face if a nigga got a problem
Oh my god max god consider him your idol
Fuck a S-K nigga scope em with the rifle
Young max god got shooters on payroll
Young max god slugs bitches by the case though
Young max god keep the thing up on his hip
Let him trip let him slip bang bang on Crip
Pistol grip on my lap in the trap
Find a Kat Stacks
Chop her head off
Send it to yo mamas door
[?] yeah my clique we be on that
Hell in a cell
Sell ya-yo servered with
We be on that
Pop ya like a pill
Shoot a nigga like fuck that
Max god almighty with the shits no potty
Hella cet's Got me bent like yoga pilates
Jim carrey got a mask no bruce almighty
Oh my god max god dont shoot nobody
Mossberg pump thats a 12 gauge shotty
Shoot bevo lotti in his head and his body
Chop his ass up
Remove his head from his body
Pack 2's too cool call him scotty too hotty
Young max bit crack a jack
Jacks matter fact strap
Spray you like axe
Chop trees chop corners
Codeine marijuana
Call me young max god selling bitches on the corner
Gottem for the ninety-nine like a peach arizona
Know a bitch named peach pussy taste like arizona
Head game in the corner
I go hard no boner
Loud Dope like Homer simp
Never been a simp
Oj simp
Kill a bitch quick
Creepin ass pimp
Get a glimpse
New world order thats what this is
Got a kid shooting at the pigs
Splitting niggas wigs
Hitting licks
Flame right to the brain like a fucking p