Sold Out Songtext
von Maxo Kream
Sold Out Songtext
(Nah, we aint really have anything else left.
Everything gone nigga, we done sold it all nigga, if you aint know.)
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 you deaf? I′m sold out.
Supreme hot top 1 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. Share packs. Count racks. Show out.
Junkie's knockin at my door, I told em
I ain′t servin shit,
Nigga wanted half a pound, I told em
"I ain't got a zip.
Need to place another order,
Overnight, I get it shipped."
Getting on the plug's nerves, he say
I move the dope too quick.
Movin them packs like I got on Vans,
Only 12 grams, I ain′t got no tan.
Plug said he dry, so I need a new plan,
So I hit my bro, six bands, middleman.
Don′t need no workers, all my sales hand-to-hand,
Still waiting on the plug, what the fuck?
Nigga playin, gotta play outside
With the coke once again,
Tried to spend ten bands but he only want xans.
Now I'm speedin cross town as fast as I can,
Drive the packs myself, took a crash on me chance,
Plus, I′m in a school zone, so the charges enhanced,
Tryna run up my bands up under all this circumstance.
Every minute, every hour, yeah my trap gon boom,
Got stains lined up like they waitin on shoes.
I'm a fuckin 50 savage, I be servin to the youth,
When I run outta work put me in a bad mood.
6 pounds, it was gone in an hour.
OG gas, bag of the sour.
Smokin bouquets of the flower.
Movin k-packs of the downers.
My white bitch, I′m servin her father.
Send packs in the air on departure.
Xanax for less than a dollar,
I hate when I run outta product!
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 you deaf? I'm sold out.
Supreme hot top 1 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. Share packs. Count racks. Show out.
My connect ran outta work today,
So I′ma hit a double-O and I'ma call up Dre.
I need some tabs and I need some dope.
If you ain't got it, I′ma hit Julio.
He never on the job, and he got it fo sho,
I′m from Texas and I know the Migos.
I woke up from a dream, I was gettin kilos,
Got a big ass stack, thinkin bout who I know,
Cause I'm all sold out, niggas callin me for dough,
I could never be a stain, cause I serve em.
And I′m on the block eatin, I ain't heard it.
My lil bitch just pulled up in a Suburban.
Served those six stains at the store anyway,
Then I done sold all the bags, bitch, I ain′t playin,
She said it's cool, she know who outside with it,
So I pulled up on Quentin and we get this nigga.
It was already sold before I got back nigga,
Got two grams and like three cars, nigga,
This fuckin stain called me 100 times, nigga,
Bitch ass nigga, told you that I′m dry today,
Quit callin my phone, I feel like Drake.
Gas bags sellin faster than the concords, mane.
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 are you a "trapper" and you only sold weed, nigga
I done sold heroin, oxycontin, DMT, nigga
Ask Ali, I been trappin all this cheese.
If the stains stop callin, we gon take somethin, b.
Who the fuck this nigga, callin, said he on Bissonnet?
Oh shit, that's the plug, now it's time to finnesse.
I was dry for 12 hours nigga, now I′m chasin texts.
I could sell anything, even the gorilla piss.
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 you deaf? I′m sold out.
Supreme hot top 1 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. Share packs. Count racks. Show out.
Everything gone nigga, we done sold it all nigga, if you aint know.)
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 you deaf? I′m sold out.
Supreme hot top 1 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. Share packs. Count racks. Show out.
Junkie's knockin at my door, I told em
I ain′t servin shit,
Nigga wanted half a pound, I told em
"I ain't got a zip.
Need to place another order,
Overnight, I get it shipped."
Getting on the plug's nerves, he say
I move the dope too quick.
Movin them packs like I got on Vans,
Only 12 grams, I ain′t got no tan.
Plug said he dry, so I need a new plan,
So I hit my bro, six bands, middleman.
Don′t need no workers, all my sales hand-to-hand,
Still waiting on the plug, what the fuck?
Nigga playin, gotta play outside
With the coke once again,
Tried to spend ten bands but he only want xans.
Now I'm speedin cross town as fast as I can,
Drive the packs myself, took a crash on me chance,
Plus, I′m in a school zone, so the charges enhanced,
Tryna run up my bands up under all this circumstance.
Every minute, every hour, yeah my trap gon boom,
Got stains lined up like they waitin on shoes.
I'm a fuckin 50 savage, I be servin to the youth,
When I run outta work put me in a bad mood.
6 pounds, it was gone in an hour.
OG gas, bag of the sour.
Smokin bouquets of the flower.
Movin k-packs of the downers.
My white bitch, I′m servin her father.
Send packs in the air on departure.
Xanax for less than a dollar,
I hate when I run outta product!
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 you deaf? I'm sold out.
Supreme hot top 1 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. Share packs. Count racks. Show out.
My connect ran outta work today,
So I′ma hit a double-O and I'ma call up Dre.
I need some tabs and I need some dope.
If you ain't got it, I′ma hit Julio.
He never on the job, and he got it fo sho,
I′m from Texas and I know the Migos.
I woke up from a dream, I was gettin kilos,
Got a big ass stack, thinkin bout who I know,
Cause I'm all sold out, niggas callin me for dough,
I could never be a stain, cause I serve em.
And I′m on the block eatin, I ain't heard it.
My lil bitch just pulled up in a Suburban.
Served those six stains at the store anyway,
Then I done sold all the bags, bitch, I ain′t playin,
She said it's cool, she know who outside with it,
So I pulled up on Quentin and we get this nigga.
It was already sold before I got back nigga,
Got two grams and like three cars, nigga,
This fuckin stain called me 100 times, nigga,
Bitch ass nigga, told you that I′m dry today,
Quit callin my phone, I feel like Drake.
Gas bags sellin faster than the concords, mane.
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 are you a "trapper" and you only sold weed, nigga
I done sold heroin, oxycontin, DMT, nigga
Ask Ali, I been trappin all this cheese.
If the stains stop callin, we gon take somethin, b.
Who the fuck this nigga, callin, said he on Bissonnet?
Oh shit, that's the plug, now it's time to finnesse.
I was dry for 12 hours nigga, now I′m chasin texts.
I could sell anything, even the gorilla piss.
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 you deaf? I′m sold out.
Supreme hot top 1 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. Share packs. Count racks. Show out.
Writer(s): Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Charles Ryan Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
