Endzone
Maxo Kream Feat. Le$ Lyrics
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Kickstand got a lean, dabbing waxes, THC
Throw like Peyton Manning, Randy Mossing in the endzone
Tipping like a waiter, Brett Farve, Iโฒm a throw a four
Green Bay packing while I'm sacking, bagging stinky โฒdro
Hun dun stacking, I be trapping, I could get it gone
You are just a rapper, get to clapping, bullet hit your dome
Call me for them pounds, I ain't trying to sell no fucking zone
Crawling down Yellowstone, picking up a yellow bone
Three or four numbers, but a nigga got one phone
Matte black everything, Maxo Kream don't ride no chrome
Five thousand dollars if you niggas want a fucking song
If you ainโฒt got no money or no drugs, leave me the fuck alone
When you talking to a gangster, little nigga, watch your tone
Keep them swishers and them pistols, get your fucking face blown
84s on the west get your life took
Karo in the drank, thatโฒs a no-no
Get a pint, I'm a Karo for sure, though
Got it sold from the west to the 44
Drop a xan in the mud, call it dodo
Moonwalking down the block, call it slow-mo
Pimping bitches, pulling tricks out of slow hoes
Marijuana swisher sweet, codeine, promethazine
Kickstand got a lean, dabbing waxes, THC
Throw like Peyton Manning, Randy Mossing in the endzone
Tipping like a waiter, Brett Farve, Iโฒm a throw a four
Green Bay packing while I'm sacking, bagging stinky โฒdro
Hun dun stacking, I be trapping, I could get it gone
You are just a rapper, get to clapping, bullet hit your dome
Call me for them pounds, I ain't trying to sell no fucking zone
Look a fuck nigga in the eye
Bitch you know my set never die
I pull up on your ho, make her choose us
Get up to the spot, now she screwed up
Chopping up the game like a AK
Keep it cool, still kicking, young Pele
Itโฒs like the second coming of this trill shit
You ran up out the hood, nigga, Will Smith
While my side bitch looking like Jada
You a hater while I'm high eating alligator
Tip my waiter at the Pappadeaux, rock a show
A bunch of niggas rapping, they ain't popping, though
Bunch of niggas shopping, they ainโฒt copping, though
Couldnโฒt play the game but you watching, though
Jet Life, know we get blown
Ran through the whole O, that's the endzone
Marijuana swisher sweet, codeine, promethazine
Kickstand got a lean, dabbing waxes, THC
Throw like Peyton Manning, Randy Mossing in the endzone
Tipping like a waiter, Brett Farve, Iโฒm a throw a four
Green Bay packing while I'm sacking, bagging stinky โฒdro
Hun dun stacking, I be trapping, I could get it gone
You are just a rapper, get to clapping, bullet hit your dome
Call me for them pounds, I ain't trying to sell no fucking zone
The lyrics of Endzone by Maxo Kream Feat. Le$ paint a picture of drug use and gangster lifestyle. The first line of the song sets the tone for the entire verse with the mention of marijuana, swisher sweet, codeine, and promethazine. The song then has references to the effects of these drugs such as having a lean from the kickstand and dabbing waxes, with THC being present as well. The mention of Peyton Manning and Randy Mossing in the endzone, along with Brett Farve and throwing four, adds a football analogy to the drug and gangster lifestyle. The song has mentions of trapping, stacking, and sacking with a tone of menace where you need to watch your tone or get your face blown. The lyrics of the song continue to be filled with gangster themes and drug references, with a constant threat of violence.
The lyrics of the song, Endzone, represent an ongoing fascination with the drug and gangster lifestyle of some cultures, especially with rap and hip hop. The lyrics glorify drug use and violence, which can be detrimental to young listeners who may become influenced by such messages. These themes, though constantly present in some genres of music, are a reflection of the social and cultural struggles in some neighborhoods. The song's popularity is a testament to the impact of the drug and gangster culture on society.
Line by Line Meaning
Marijuana swisher sweet, codeine, promethazine
Maxo Kream likes to smoke marijuana with codeine and promethazine
Kickstand got a lean, dabbing waxes, THC
Maxo Kream's bike has a lean and he enjoys smoking THC concentrates
Throw like Peyton Manning, Randy Mossing in the endzone
Maxo Kream is skilled at throwing things, like how Peyton Manning is skilled at football, and he is celebrating a big win in the endzone like Randy Moss
Tipping like a waiter, Brett Farve, I'm a throw a four
Maxo Kream is tipping like a generous waiter and throwing things like Brett Farve, who wore number four
Green Bay packing while I'm sacking, bagging stinky 'dro
Maxo Kream is packing weed like how the Green Bay Packers pack their bags, and he is sacking the weed while also bagging it up
Hun dun stacking, I be trapping, I could get it gone
Maxo Kream is stacking his money and trapping by selling drugs, he can make it all disappear in an instant if need be
You are just a rapper, get to clapping, bullet hit your dome
Maxo Kream is warning other rappers to not get involved in his business or else they might end up dead
Call me for them pounds, I ain't trying to sell no fucking zone
Maxo Kream is willing to sell large quantities of drugs, but he won't sell his own neighborhood
Macaulay Culkin, clap your face, leave a nigga home alone
Maxo Kream threatens to beat someone up so badly that they will be left alone like Macaulay Culkin's character in 'Home Alone'
Crawling down Yellowstone, picking up a yellow bone
Maxo Kream is driving down Yellowstone street and picking up a yellow-skinned woman
Three or four numbers, but a nigga got one phone
Maxo Kream has multiple phone numbers, but he uses a single phone device
Matte black everything, Maxo Kream don't ride no chrome
Maxo Kream prefers black color on everything he owns, and he does not ride a shiny chrome motorbike
Five thousand dollars if you niggas want a fucking song
Maxo Kream charges a high price for his services, which include making a song
If you ainโฒt got no money or no drugs, leave me the fuck alone
Maxo Kream wants people to leave him alone if they do not have money or drugs to offer him
When you talking to a gangster, little nigga, watch your tone
Maxo Kream is reminding younger people to be respectful when speaking to someone with his kind of lifestyle
Keep them swishers and them pistols, get your fucking face blown
Maxo Kream advises people to keep their drugs and weapons, or they will face danger
84s on the west get your life took
Maxo Kream warns that driving around in flashy western-style cars can be dangerous
Karo in the drank, that's a no-no
Maxo Kream doesn't approve of using cough syrup with codeine as a recreational drug
Get a pint, I'm a Karo for sure, though
Maxo Kream is admitting to using cough syrup with codeine, but only in small amounts
Got it sold from the west to the 44
Maxo Kream has successfully sold drugs from the western states all the way to the 44th state in the US
Drop a xan in the mud, call it dodo
Maxo Kream drops a Xanax pill in the mud, calling it 'dodo'
Moonwalking down the block, call it slow-mo
Maxo Kream is walking down the block backwards, like Michael Jackson's moonwalk, but in slow motion
Pimping bitches, pulling tricks out of slow hoes
Maxo Kream is living the lifestyle of a 'pimp' by making money off of slow prostitution businesses
Look a fuck nigga in the eye
Maxo Kream is daring someone to challenge him face-to-face
Bitch you know my set never die
Maxo Kream's crew will never die
I pull up on your ho, make her choose us
Maxo Kream intends to take someone else's girlfriend and convince her to join his group
Get up to the spot, now she screwed up
Maxo Kream's drug use is out of control, along with his new girlfriend's
Chopping up the game like a AK
Maxo Kream is slicing through the drug-dealing 'game' like how an AK-47 rifle can chop through objects
Keep it cool, still kicking, young Pele
Maxo Kream is keeping his cool and still succeeding, like the famous soccer player Pele in his younger years
It's like the second coming of this trill shit
Maxo Kream is part of a new wave of 'trill' music that is revolutionizing the rap scene
You ran up out the hood, nigga, Will Smith
Maxo Kream accuses someone of becoming successful and abandoning their roots, like how Will Smith moved out of West Philadelphia in 'Fresh Prince of Bel Air'
While my side bitch looking like Jada
Maxo Kream's other girlfriend looks like Jada Pinkett-Smith, Will Smith's wife
You a hater while I'm high eating alligator
Maxo Kream is enjoying a meal of alligator meat while being hated on for his success
Tip my waiter at the Pappadeaux, rock a show
Maxo Kream tips his waiter at a fancy seafood restaurant and then goes to perform at a concert
A bunch of niggas rapping, they ain't popping, though
Maxo Kream is noticing that many aspiring rappers are not making it big
Bunch of niggas shopping, they ain't copping, though
Maxo Kream sees that many people are out shopping, but they are not making purchases of drugs from him
Couldn't play the game but you watching, though
Maxo Kream sees that many people are watching from the sidelines and not actively participating in the drug-dealing scene
Jet Life, know we get blown
Maxo Kream and his group Jet Life are known for using drugs like marijuana
Ran through the whole O, that's the endzone
Maxo Kream has triumphantly finished his drug sales in a certain area, like how a football player runs through the endzone after scoring a touchdown
Writer(s): Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Christian Lou, Lester Lee Matthews
Contributed by Oliver R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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[Hook: Maxo Kream]
Marijuana swisher sweet, codeine, promethazine
Kickstand gotta lean, dabbing waxes, THC
Throw like Peyton Manning, Randy Mossing in the end zone
Tipping like a waiter, Brett Favre, I'm a throw a four
Green Bay packing while I'm sacking, bagging stinky 'dro
Hun dun stacking, I be trapping, I could get it gone
You are just a rapper, get to clapping, bullet hit your dome
Call me for them pounds, I ain't trying to sell no fucking zone
[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
Macaulay Culkin, clap your face, leave a nigga home alone
Crawling down Yellowstone, picking up a yellow bone
Three or four numbers, but a nigga got one phone
Matte black everything, Maxo Kream don't ride no chrome
Five thousand dollars if you niggas want a fucking song
If you ain't got no money or no drugs, leave me the fuck alone
When you talking to a gangster, little nigga, watch your tone
Keep them swishers and them pistols, get your fucking face blown
84s on the west get your life took
84s poke a nigga like Facebook
Karo in the drank, that's a no-no
Get a pint, I'm a Karo for sure, though
Got it sold from the west to the 44
Drop a xan in the mud, call it dodo
Moon walking down the block, call it slow-mo
Pimping bitches, pulling tricks out of slow hoes
[Hook: Maxo Kream]
Marijuana swisher sweet, codeine, promethazine
Kickstand gotta lean, dabbing waxes, THC
Throw like Peyton Manning, Randy Mossing in the end zone
Tipping like a waiter, Brett Favre, I'm a throw a four
Green Bay packing while I'm sacking, bagging stinky 'dro
Hun dun stacking, I be trapping, I could get it gone
You are just a rapper, get to clapping, bullet hit your dome
Call me for them pounds, I ain't trying to sell no fucking zone
[Verse 2: Le$]
Look a fuck nigga in the eye
Bitch you know my set never die
I pull up on your ho, make her choose us
Get up to the spot, now she screwed up
Chopping up the game like a AK
Keep it cool, still kicking, young Pele
It's like the second coming of this trill shit
You ran up out the hood, nigga, Will Smith
While my side bitch looking like Jada
You a hater while I'm high eating alligator
Tip my waiter at the Pappadeaux, rock a show
A bunch of niggas rapping, they ain't popping, though
Bunch of niggas shopping, they ain't copping, though
Couldn't play the game but you watching, though
Jet Life, know we get blown
Ran through the whole O, that's the end zone
[Hook: Maxo Kream]
Marijuana swisher sweet, codeine, promethazine
Kickstand gotta lean, dabbing waxes, THC
Throw like Peyton Manning, Randy Mossing in the end zone
Tipping like a waiter, Brett Favre, I'm a throw a four
Green Bay packing while I'm sacking, bagging stinky 'dro
Hun dun stacking, I be trapping, I could get it gone
You are just a rapper, get to clapping, bullet hit your dome
Call me for them pounds, I ain't trying to sell no fucking zone
@TheBoomhauer619
This has aged like fine fine wine
@TheBoomhauer619
I will never get over the band in the band
@johnstromboli2966
Claasic
@kristianmurcia4770
beat still on play no cap
@spanchoblu966
4ever Slaps in the whip..
@darenscotts6868
Bourbon. Cognac, some classy shit fixed with fresh flowers
@cvshm2c
7 years later and this still one of the coldest tracks within my entire catalogue โ๏ธ
@ramoncastillo448
Straight cruisin' n smoking song.
Love da hook.
Keep doing ya thing, mane.
Much love from South West,TX
@Grindtolive
Maxo kream has bars for days
@yungchief1729
For fuccin Dayz my guy