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maxo kream - sold out lyrics

[intro]
yo we ain’t really having nothing else left
everything gone n-gg-‘ we done sold it all n-gg-‘ 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 sh-t sold out
just cuffed a white b-tch 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 sh-t”
n-gg- 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 f-ck n-gg-‘ playing
gotta play outside with the c-ke 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 circ-mstance
every minute, every hour, yeah my trap going boom
got stains lined up, like they waiting on shoes
im a f-cking 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 b-tch 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]

[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 -ss stack thinking about who i know
cause i’m all sold out, and n-gg-s’ 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’ b-tch just pulled up in a suburban
served those six stain at the store anyway
i done sold all the bags, b-tch i ain’t playing
she said its cool she know who outside with it
so i pulled over quick and we get this n-gg-‘
it was already sold before i got back n-gg-‘
got two grams and like three guards n-gg-‘
this booger stain called me a hundred times n-gg-‘
b-tch as n-gg-‘ 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 f-ck you a trapper, and you only sell weed?
n-gg-‘ i done sold heroin, oxycontin, dmt
n-gg-‘ ask ali i be trappin’ all this cheese
and my stains stop calling we gone take something b
who the f-ck this n-gg- calling say he on bissonette
oh sh-t 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 p-ss

- maxo kream lyrics

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