Sold Out - Maxo Kream

Yo we ain’t really having nothing else left

Everything gone nigga' we done sold it all nigga' if you ain’t 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 ya deaf?

I’m sold out

Supreme high-top ones 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

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 dummy 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

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 ones 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

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 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 ya deaf?

I’m sold out

Supreme high-top ones 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