Bougie Kard

[Intro: Baby Maxx]
(Ay Six, what's the word with it?)
(Gotta do this, gotta play for [?])
([?])
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Baby Maxx]
Pop door aggressive with the pistol, I got ac'
Face shots and body shots, he gettin' slammed on his back
Bitch pulled the bougie card up on a lil nigga
But I cracked to post up on that block alone
But it's never gon' be that 'cuz I got slapped
It changed the way a nigga think when I approach
Turtle 5'4" but he gon' yank the fully, tryna score
Pushin' up on niggas frontin' like they Jz, like "What you on?"
Bro flip a bitch, bro I think I see somebody out that store
Real Jordan Court baby, I'm on [?] with lil [?]
Bitch hella mad 'cuz when she ain't talkin' 'bout money ion speak
We on the J, after this we finna push through 7th Street
Draks back, send a copy of that lo', I come delete
I'm outside, ain't no ordinary rapper, I'mma spin
When I'm up in Sac, that nigga know I'm callin', drop a pin
Oh I think that's bruh, bro get behind that load, we on that Benz
On him, we gon' face a nigga quick, walk down with fully switch
I'm aggressive, I ain't just clutchin' on my yistol
If you see me and you hear that-, ain't no missin'
He got face tapped, he shoulda never went against my niggas
Bouncin' out, we pull triggers, dunkin' on 'em, Maxx Mitchell

[Verse 2: EBK Leebo]
Yeah, Leebo, 3's
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye roll that Blacc up, I changed my mind, nigga roll that Los
I'm indecisive, I can't pick, so Baby Maxx gon' roll 'em both
So you ain't rappin', but you in that vid? Bitch you in that boat
Don't even play them type of games, so when I catch you gettin' smoked
Yeah, chase down, get up on that nigga, I got good feet
He tried to hide in the dark like that's gon' save him, I got good beam (Yeah)
He was stiff when they found him, that's a good thing
Every nigga from my block got a body, that's the hood thing, 3's

[Verse 3: EBK LulMaxx]
Yeah, yeah
I can't see you nigga trippin', you always runnin' from the gat
They did that nigga hella weird, heard he was runnin' with his flame
My bro pop door hella aggressive, he was aimin' at his brain
I seen him posting with his kid, I turned lil bro into a chain
Remember homies lashin' niggas, we was runnin' through the rain
That bitch ain't have no baggage wit' her, lil bitch I got a name
Jordan Court baby, you see me and my niggas bangin' J
Faced his bitch ass on camera, I heard they got it on tape, nigga
Tell them niggas spin if they wit' it
Tell 'em wipe ya' nose, niggas trippin', aye, aye
And that nigga a victim, caught him slippin', yeah
Yeah, tell me what block they on and I'mma get him
Yea-aye, aye, J
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