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 niggas to spray Fuck made you think you could come around my way Me and Max sold sixteen, eight plus eight Guns from Memphis off the freight train Fuck with that bitch 'cause that lil bitch 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 nigga need Rogaine Two Taurus 9's and they both plain Don't worry 'bout bitches 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 nigga, better hustle or pray Professional, don't leave a trace These bitches 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 bitch 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] Fuck a bitch, I just fuck 'em and leave Can't fuck with a nigga who stingy Nigga act petty, kick his door, say gimme Every single nigga that I'm with, with it We kill for that money, don't kill for no nigga Real nigga I learned how to set up assists We be shooting more and we richer That lil nigga 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 bitch 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 niggas be dealing with rats, they be tripping But this is the fuckin' 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 nigga, you gotta die How you ain't see the opps, nigga open your eyes Emotional head, she give head til she cry I'm at her house nigga you ain't gon like the surprise Fucked up my re-up money now niggas 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' fuck a beat up by Turk Goldfish can't swim with no shark Give your bitch dick, 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, bitch I got too much soft Can't beef with me nigga 'cause you too soft Predict the future, boy you gon' take a loss Catch a body now I'm out Arkansas Kill a nigga 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 fucking her throat had to buy her a Hall's Fuck class, Q da Fool in the hall Freestyle, we ain't writing shit Pistol on me I ain't fighting shit Where he at I ain't ducking shit Can't believe these niggas they be bluffing and shit [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 niggas to spray Fuck made you think you could come around my way Me and Max sold sixteen, eight plus eight Guns from Memphis off the freight train Fuck with that bitch 'cause that lil bitch 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 nigga need Rogaine Two Taurus 9's and they both plain Don't worry 'bout bitches 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 nigga, better hustle or pray Professional, don't leave a trace These bitches 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 bitch 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 Fuck a bitch, I just fuck 'em and leave