Maxo Kream - Go lyrics

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Maxo Kream - Go lyrics

[Maxo Kream] My young n***as tote extentions, still need they mama permission Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin' in the trenches They hoppin' in my clicque, inheritin' my beef Heard about when I was thuggin', Maxo see inside the streets Lil n***a 13, got the older n***as plottin' on 'em Wrinkled a** tee, even though he got the iron on 'em Hoppin' out of stolos, uppin' sticks like pogos Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don't know though Rob, rob, kick door, pray to god that this lick go Serve raw indo, 20 deep at the Citgo My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium Get the job done, gotta problem, then they k**in' em [Maxo Kream] Got young n***as, young dumb n***as Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Got Crip n***as (cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (suuwuu) Some real k**ers, some drug dealers Got crash dummies, they blast with me They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Got young n***as, young dumb n***as Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Got Crip n***as (cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (suuwuu) Some real k**ers, some drug dealers Got crash dummies, they blast with me They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Go young n***a, go dumb n***a [D Flowers] We the young n***as in the trenches that big brother just mentioned Don't even post a picture with no money, we comin' to get it I hit a lick on a s**a, you should've known something was fishy I f**ed that b**h and I blocked her 'cause she always up in my business I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings On some "Bad Boys" Will Smith sh**, I'm on a mission f** the police when they hit the block, we gon' run for them b**hes I should've been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin' them fences f** a detention, I rather f** with suspension n***as been tellin' since elementary, I ain't f** with no snitches Hide and go get it I was hunching for b**hes Stealin' from teachers, shootin' dice behind the bleachers When it come to the beef and the choppa make a n***a Turner like Timmy [Maxo Kream] Got young n***as, young dumb n***as Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Got Crip n***as (cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (suuwuu) Some real k**ers, some drug dealers Got crash dummies, they blast with me They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Got young n***as, young dumb n***as Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Got Crip n***as (cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (suuwuu) Some real k**ers, some drug dealers Got crash dummies, they blast with me They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me Go young n***a, go dumb n***a Go young n***a, go dumb n***a

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