Bissonnet (Explicit)

Bissonnet (Explicit) - Maxo Kream

Lyrics by：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah/Afolabi Osinulu/Angelo Bond

Composed by：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah/Afolabi Osinulu/Angelo Bond

Emeks come here man sit down man

Get that gansta s**t off your head man

What's wrong with you man

That blue bandana man what does that mean

Take it off take it all-you see all of that gangsta s**t

Put it on the side man we gonna have some real conversation

Father to son

Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you

I have my pops inside my life

But right now that s**t don't matter

He'd been locked up most my life

So I feel just like a bastard

Police kickin' in my door threw my momma on the floor

HPD took my pops I bought a heat hit the block

I was in them streets like speed bump potholes V12-auto Forgiato

'Lenciaga no red bottoms I don't rock no Ferragamos

I was Maxo Kream El Chapo dodgin' narcos get you knocked off

Black suburban swervin' make me nervous when I'm making drop offs

Used to handle rock like hot sauce call

The hot sauce get you knocked off

He ain't got no chill he kill for real

And he 'gon blow your top off

Genesee Street I took the top off b***h with me

She took her top off

Dick ain't hard she sucked me

On soft hole-in-one her mouth like Tiger

Forever never not sober the city of double cuppers

We beefin' this place and mothaf**k you your sister your brother

I'm clutchin' gun in my holster Beretta wet 'em like coasters

They shot my pops and my brother

So I slide with choppas like butter

Pop toasters let go my ego for pesos give you a halo

Locked up my pops and took

My brother so my daddy was my mother

Hit the stove stealin' candy got grown start servin' xannies

Momma told me hit

The do' she ain't want d**e around her family

Moved in with my grandma servin' grannies at my grannies

Momma couldn't stand me say I act just like my daddy

Fist fightin' Pirus I hit the school with the Ruger

Had to take my 52 and hopped on Five-Deuce Hoover

I was a young n***a in the streets I ain't know nothin'

Ain't no big homie tell me s**t on my own thuggin'

Bad a*s actin' up in class I ain't learn nothin'

Reminisce on my first lick I hit for four onions

I turned that four into a sixteen

And now I'm road runnin' hey

Trap house scorchin' use the stove and the oven

Every time I stashed it

In the house my brother stole from me

And I was down bad and

On my a*s nobody rode for me hey

I was broke bummy wasn't havin' no money hey

Ran the check up now you wanna hold somethin' hey

Two Glocks fifty shots that's a whole hunnid

Hit a n***a with two fifties call it change for a hunnid

For a hunnid for a hunnid for a hunnid