Sold Out lyrics

[Intro]
Yo we ain't really having nothing else left
Everything gone n*gga' we done sold it all n*gga' if you ain't know

[Chorus: 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 ones 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*gga 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*gga' 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 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
[Chorus: 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 ones 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 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 n*ggas' 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*gga'
It was already sold before I got back n*gga'
Got two grams and like three guards n*gga'
This booger stain called me a hundred times n*gga'
b*tch as n*gga' 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*gga' I done sold heroin, oxycontin, DMT
n*gga' ask Ali I be trappin' all this cheese
And my stains stop calling we gone take something B
Who the f*ck this n*gga 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
[Chorus: 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 ones 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