Just Sold lyrics

[Hook]
I just sold a brick through Paypal
I don't battle rap, this ain't 8 Mile
Come behind that gate, I told my young n*ggas to spray
f*ck made you think you could come around my way
Me and Max sold sixteen, eight plus eight
Guns from Memphis off the freight train
f*ck with that b*tch 'cause that lil b*tch got great brain
Just went to Shyna now they callin' me 2 Chainz
Versace draws, I don't do Hanes
Pounds in the blunts I don't do planes
Shoot him in the head now the n*gga need Rogaine
Two Taurus 9's and they both plain
Don't worry 'bout b*tches or court dates
Had to sit down the fork, it been working all day
Cocaine white, cut it up, it turn gray
Better not wait on no n*gga, better hustle or pray
Professional, don't leave a trace
These b*tches watching just like a flatscreen
Bullet hit his spine, turned that boy to a green bean
I'm 'bout to scoop up the Qualitest just had a lean brain
My b*tch cooking up chickens like Ling-Ling
I can serve you molly I can serve you a strain
Pop a xan, pour four lines in a cream
Rich Shootas all that I need
[Verse 1]
f*ck a b*tch, I just f*ck 'em and leave
Can't f*ck with a n*gga who stingy
n*gga act petty, kick his door, say gimme
Every single n*gga that I'm with, with it
We kill for that money, don't kill for no n*gga
Real n*gga I learned how to set up assists
We be shooting more and we richer
That lil n*gga died off the hip I was quicker
He think he real cause he pulled a trigger
But it's how you handle what come with it
You know I got the draco with the drum with it
Get out the street boy you need to be knitting
Go down on Largo now that lil b*tch she a stripper
I'm not a giver, I'm a getter
Tell me what you see when you look inside the mirror
Snitched on your blood brother, boy you vicious
These n*ggas be dealing with rats, they be tripping
But this is the f*ckin' world that we live in
If you heard I'm looking for you, you better hide
Say you a shooter, you better slide
Play me 50 n*gga, you gotta die
How you ain't see the opps, n*gga open your eyes
Emotional head, she give head til she cry
I'm at her house n*gga you ain't gon like the surprise
f*cked up my re-up money now n*ggas gotta get zip tied
The micro in the Goyard
Mama raised me by herself it just didn't work
I bar on Allah I never worked
The only thing I know how to do is sell work or go to the stu' f*ck a beat up by Turk
Goldfish can't swim with no shark
Give your b*tch di*k, she gon' give me the drop
I'm a dog, hold my .40 with my paw
Dom P, I got too much sauce
Excuse the Christians, I got too much thrown
Like Tony Montana, b*tch I got too much soft
Can't beef with me n*gga 'cause you too soft
Predict the future, boy you gon' take a loss
Catch a body now I'm out Arkansas
Kill a n*gga if he tell what he saw
These rappers police, Rick Ross
I'ma get this money at any cost
Bloomingdale's I don't care what it cost
I love my fans 'cause they down for the cause
I was f*cking her throat had to buy her a Hall's
f*ck class, Q da Fool in the hall
Freestyle, we ain't writing sh*t
Pistol on me I ain't fighting sh*t
Where he at I ain't ducking sh*t
Can't believe these n*ggas they be bluffing and sh*t
[Hook]
I just sold a brick through Paypal
I don't battle rap, this ain't 8 Mile
Come behind that gate, I told my young n*ggas to spray
f*ck made you think you could come around my way
Me and Max sold sixteen, eight plus eight
Guns from Memphis off the freight train
f*ck with that b*tch 'cause that lil b*tch got great brain
Just went to Shyna now they callin' me 2 Chainz
Versace draws, I don't do Hanes
Pounds in the blunts I don't do planes
Shoot him in the head now the n*gga need Rogaine
Two Taurus 9's and they both plain
Don't worry 'bout b*tches or court dates
Had to sit down the fork, it been working all day
Cocaine white, cut it up, it turn gray
Better not wait on no n*gga, better hustle or pray
Professional, don't leave a trace
These b*tches watching just like a flatscreen
Bullet hit his spine, turned that boy to a green bean
I'm 'bout to scoop up the Qualitest just had a lean brain
My b*tch cooking up chickens like Ling-Ling
I can serve you molly I can serve you a strain
Pop a xan, pour four lines in a cream
Rich Shootas all that I need
f*ck a b*tch, I just f*ck 'em and leave