Maxo Kream Drop Top Impala Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Tez, this you?)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got rich off vocals, I'm touring global, shows packed, top bottom
Houston locals show love to smokers, tip their ass five dollars
84s, swingin', servin', pop trunk, drop top Impalas
From Bissonnette where hoes sell sex and think they IG models
From a block that's known to shoot at cops, ain't no role models
They'll get on live and pop your top for clout and IG followers
He got popped on his own block and he don't know who shot him
Instead of watchin' out for opps, he should've watched his partners
[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
Trickin' all your dough on hoes, won't give your mama one dollar
You get locked up, same bitch you love be out here f*ckin' and swallow
Locked in jail without a bail, she out here f*ckin' your partners
The ones you love, and so-called friends'll do you worse than the oppers
They threw you in the max tank with aggravators and robbers
All that actin' tough, thinkin' that you Simba Mufasa
Seen a killer get shanked, a grown man scream for his mama
Puttin' babies in the ladies, but you won't raise your toddlers
I ain't the one to judge nobody 'cause I got my own problems
A couple mothers I been f*ckin' and they say I'm the father
Take a DNA like Maury, I'm sorry can't be no deadbeat
I'll never break bread with a bitch who ain't never fed me
My plans was just to spread them legs, I should've had a plan B
f*cked on a thot, I played the bitch, that bitch was really playin' me
Like what the nerve of me? I thought that I was pushin' P
Whole time I'm on offense while these bitches out here playin' D

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got rich off vocals, I'm touring global, shows packed, top bottom
Houston locals show love to smokers, tip their ass five dollars
84s, swingin', servin', pop trunk, drop top Impalas From Bissonnette where hoes sell sex and think they IG models
From a block that's known to shoot at cops, ain't no role models
They'll get on live and pop your top for clout and IG followers
He got popped on his own block and he don't know who shot him
Instead of watchin' out for opps, he should've watched his partners
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
I'm from a city they call us the home of yellow-bone bitches
f*ck around, get took down by one of our yellow-bone bitches
While you watchin' out for opps, watch out for yellow-bone bitches
Especially them, I can't live without my telephone bitches
Niggas hate on you 'cause you won't pay they way in this bitch (Way in this bitch)
Then they wonder why they ain't got nowhere to stay in this bitch (Stay in this bitch)
We just in here chillin' while he got an AK in this bitch (Strap)
That ain't out the ordinary, that's every day in this bitch (Yeah)
Complain about our situations but we stay in the shit (Woo)
Kill each other no matter how much mamas pray in this bitch (Amen, brother)
I be by myself all the time like every day in this lick (Everyday in this lick)
I might laugh a little bit, but I ain't with all that playing and shit (Haha)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got rich off vocals, I'm touring global, shows packed, top bottom
Houston locals show love to smokers, tip their ass five dollars
84s, swingin', servin', pop trunk, drop top Impalas
From Bissonnette where hoes sell sex and think they IG models
From a block that's known to shoot at cops, ain't no role models
They'll get on live and pop your top for clout and IG followers
He got popped on his own block and he don't know who shot him
Instead of watchin' out for opps, he should've watched his partners