Just Sold

[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