Maxo Kream, Benny the Butcher - FOOTBALL HEADS lyrics

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 lean-er
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 lean-er
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' tit's
That's me with the V that start at three
Then shift to six
That's me with the eighty 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 lean-er
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