Maxo Kream is one of the front-runners of the new Hosuton sound. His varied and melodic delivery along with his diehard lyrics truly capture the rugged nature of his slice of Houston. Maxo’s latest project The Persona Tape has been exploding online and around the country since it’s recent release. The Chuck Inglish produced “Comin Dine” is one of many standouts on the project. The Urban Dictionary defines comin dine as “A term used by southern rappers(Houston)to describe how to come up or show up”

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
Hand got a splinter I been gripping on the grain
Wide body frame got me hogging both lanes
Pain still wet fuck around and drip a stain
Got the screens falling down on my car like rain
Got the outside black, inside champagne
Catch me swinging down main with ya main getting brain
Spilt my whole damn cup I need a oil change
Blowing mary jane slab line like a train

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
Tipping bending corners off the chain I swang and bang
Oxy, oxy, Mary, molly, hit a stain I swang and bang
Drunk humming, grilling, [?], show some [?] I’m coming down
Jack-jumping, blood-stuffing, louse around and hold it down (Mane!)
Swanging running lights (Ahuh), candy cold as pipes (Wha?)
Purple candy Sprite ([?]), Jolly Rancher ice (Ahuh)
Coming down like the wintertime gas price (YA)
Coming down like escalators double cup it twice (Ahuh)
Riding spaceship, like, “What the fuck is gravity?”
Leather wood, looking good, flossing like a cavity
Smoking on a [?] blunt stuffed to capacity
Swanging back to back, it’s just me, KC and Anthony

[Hook]
Hand got a splinter I been gripping on the grain
Wide body frame got me hogging both lanes
Pain still wet fuck around and drip a stain
Got the screens falling down on my car like rain
Got the outside black inside champagne
Catch me swinging down main withcha main getting brain
Spilt my whole damn cup I need a oil change
Blowing mary jane slab line like a train

[Verse 2]
Fresh out the shop paint wet like nail polish (Damn!)
Hoes wanna bop I’m coming down like hydraulics (Already!)
Slapping all foreigns niggas used to ride Impalas (AHH)
Block party by my mama ain’t no fucking drama (No!)
808s knocking (Ahuh), eighty-fo’s chopping (Okay)
Whole hood rocking, no shooting no robbin
Car flexing like a pull-up, kids eating Kool-Kups
Sipping out the Cruize and [?] think I had too much
Old girl thick and find a yellow bone now (Yellow bone!)
She like the way my six recline she know I’m coming down (Coming!)
Six by nine surround sound, screen by Alpine
Chop, chop and screw I think I’m thinking ’bout R. Kelly ‘Bump N’ Grind’

[Hook]
Hand got a splinter I been gripping on the grain
Wide body frame got me hogging both lanes
Pain still wet fuck around and drip a stain
Got the screens falling down on my car like rain
Got the outside black inside champagne
Catch me swinging down main withcha main getting brain
Spilt my whole damn cup I need a oil change
Blowing mary jane slab line like a train