Maxo Kream, Guapo - Balenci and Dickies lyrics

On that motherfucker

Ayy, I'm a real dope boy I might mix
Up the Dickies with Gucci and Fendi
My kicks, they Balenci
And G-Star my jeans just to
Hold up the glizzy my choppa bad bitch
I might buy her some titties
And I fuck with Bloods if I ain't red like
And I fuck with Crips
They got hustle like Nipsey and that blicky
You won't catch me slippin'
Don't tempt me 'cause I really
Up and get busy
Ride with extensions, got 30s and 50s
Too many shots to be missin'
Bitch, we the young niggas turnt in this city
I hit a bitch with a quickie
Skrrt off and I'm leavin'
I leave the ho then she text me she miss me
Alright, when the ho eat the jimmy
She know not to kiss me
She swallow that cream like
She eatin' at Krispy

Ayy, Percocet 30, this bih got me itchin'
These rappers be actors like
They was on Disney

I'm thumbin' through commas, blue hunnids
Pink fifties
My jewelry per-summer, I'm flyin'
I'm Crippin'
Rock Givenchy and Fendi and Louis and Gucci
I'm gangsta and bougie
Rock Balencis with Dickies
Choosy like Susie, your bitch wanna do me
Can't make love to a groupie
I bust me a quickie
Might fuck up the city with pounds
Of the Keisha like Brandy, moesha
My trap fat like Nicki
Big Worm on the dodey
I'm servin' that smoke
When I come to the gas
Kick your grass like I'm Stanley
Hellcats and Maybachs
We drive 'em like Camrys
My diamonds canary, my wrist band named Jerry
I'm shinin', you see me
Might blind you like Stevie
Put diamond VVs in my tooth like a fairy
Beat the pussy like Springer
She callin' me Jerry
Keep a yellow-bone diva look like Halle Berry
She look like a singer, she totin' my Nina
She holdin' my fire, Mariah, she carry
Slide by opp block with the mop
I'ma clean it
I don't do the drive-by, park the car
Hop out
Whatchu really talkin' 'bout? Pop trunk
Grab the pump
Call me DJ Unk, I'll walk a nigga out

Ayy, I'm a real dope boy I might mix
Up the Dickies with Gucci and Fendi
My kicks, they Balenci
And G-Star my jeans just to
Hold up the glizzy my choppa bad bitch
I might buy her some titties
And I fuck with Bloods if I ain't red like
And I fuck with Crips
They got hustle like Nipsey and that blicky
You won't catch me slippin'
Don't tempt me 'cause I really
Up and get busy
Ride with extensions, got 30s and 50s
Too many shots to be missin'
Bitch, we the young niggas turnt in this city
I hit a bitch with a quickie
Skrrt off and I'm leavin'
I leave the ho then she text me she miss me
Alright, when the ho eat the jimmy
She know not to kiss me
She swallow that cream like
She eatin' at Krispy