Go Maxo Kream (Ft. D Flowers)

[Intro]
(Drumline)
(Yuh hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat)

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin' in the trenches
They hoppin' in my clique, inheritin' my beef
Heard about when I was thuggin', Maxo see inside the streets
Lil' nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin' on 'em
Wrinkled-ass 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, got a problem, then they killin' 'em (Maxo, cuh-rip)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas (Go), young dumb niggas (Go)
Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Go)
Got Crip niggas (Cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (Sowoo)
Some real killers (What?), some drug dealers (Boom)
Got crash dummies (Uh-huh), they blast with me (Tell me what?)
They'll stash for me (Say what?), they'll crash for me (Say what?)
Go young, nigga (Go dumb), go dumb, nigga (Go dumb)
Go young, nigga (Oh no), go dumb, nigga (Oh no)
Got young niggas (Go), young dumb niggas (Go)
Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Say what?)
Got Crip niggas (Cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (Sowoo)
Some real killers (Say what?), some drug dealers (Boom)
Got crash dummies (Ayy, ayy), they blast with me (Uh, uh)
They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me
Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Go)
Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Ayy)