[Intro] Yo we ain't really having nothing else left Everything gone nigga' we done sold it all nigga' if you ain't know
[Hook: Maxo Kream] No halves, no zips, no pounds, sold out No grams, no eighths, no shake, sold out No percs, no xans, no tan, sold out No X? no meth? is ya deaf? I'm sold out Supreme high-top one sold out Bought a crib out the hood sold out New Bape but my shit sold out Just cuffed a white bitch sold out No grams, no eighths, no shake, sold out I trap, ship packs, count racks, show up
[Verse 1: Maxo Kream] Junkies knocking at my door, I told them "I ain't serve you shit" Nigga wanted half a pound, I told him "I ain't got a zip" Need to place another order, overnight I get it shipped Getting on the plug nerves, say I move the dope too quick Moving them packs like I got on Vans Only 12 grams, I ain't got no tin Plug say he dry, then I need a new plan So I hit my lil' bro, 6 bands, middle man Don't need no workers, all my sales hand to hand Still waiting on the plug, but the fuck nigga' playing Gotta play outside with the coke once again Trynna spend 10 bands, but he only want xans Now i'm speeding across town, as fast as I can Drive the packs myself, took a crash on me chance Cause i'm in the school zone, so the charges enhance Trynna run on my bands, regardless of the circumstance Every minute, every hour, yeah my trap going boom Got stains lined up, like they waiting on shoes Im a fucking filthy savage, I be serving to the youth When I run out of work, put me in a bad mood Six pounds, it was gone in an hour, OG gas bag of the sour Smoking bouquets of the flower Moving K packs of the downers My white bitch i'm serving her father Send packs in the air on departure Xanax for less then a dollar I hate when I run out of product
[Hook] No halves, no zips, no pounds, sold out No grams, no eighths, no shake, sold out No percs, no xans, no tan, sold out No X? no meth? is ya deaf? I'm sold out Supreme high-top one sold out Bought a crib out the hood sold out New Bape but my shit sold out Just cuffed a white bitch sold out No grams, no eighths, no shake, sold out I trap, ship packs, count racks, show up
[Verse 2: Lil Family] My connect ran out of work today So Ima' hit a double O, and ima' call up Dre I need some tabs, and I need some dope If you ain't got it, Ima' hit Julio He never on the dry, and he got it fosho' I'm from Texas, and I know the Migos I woke up from a dream I was getting kilo's Got a big ass stack thinking about who I know Cause i'm all sold out, and niggas' calling me for dough I can never be a stain, cause I serve em' And I'm on the block eating I ain't hurtin' My lil' bitch just pulled up in a Suburban Served those six stain at the store anyway I done sold all the bags, bitch I ain't playing She said its cool she know who outside with it So I pulled over quick and we get this nigga' It was already sold before I got back nigga' Got two grams and like three guards nigga' This booger stain called me a hundred times nigga' Bitch as nigga' told you that I'm dry today Quit calling my phone I feel like Dre Gas pack selling faster then the Concords man Got all this trap money, and a pistol on me fam' What you make in two weeks, man I got it in my pants How the fuck you a trapper, and you only sell weed? Nigga' I done sold heroin, oxycontin, DMT Nigga' ask Ali I be trappin' all this cheese And my stains stop calling we gone take something B Who the fuck this nigga calling say he on Bissonette Oh shit that's the plug now it's time to finesse I was dry for 12 hours know i'm chasing texts I could sell anything even guerrilla pissTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
