Out The Door

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

You can't smoke around, sit around, gotta cop and dip

Move a hundred pound out of bounds, now I'm getting chips

When I was young, I was hella dumb, my trap wasn't shit

Went from a one to a metric ton, trap house did a flip

I don't even know this nigga, but I still made the sale (Hell)

Ring my door bell (Hell), sell a whole bale

It was five pounds short, stupid nigga couldn't tell (Well)

Blowing up my cell (Well), should have brought a scale

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]

Fork whipping, mixing grit

Used to burn up all my shit

Copped me a scale and zip

Hold on, now I'm getting it

Finesse a stain, finesse a plug, finesse that dope, finesse a bitch

Finessed about a hundred thousand grams using counterfeit

I be strapped up, ready, trigger happy, posted with the toolie

Pistol packing, always packing, I be packing like I'm moving

The ones that like to sit around will be the ones to try to do you

So I keep a Mossberg shotty with a kick like Jin Kazuya

Keep my trapping on the low 'cause it ain't everybody business (Shh, ayy, nigga, shut the fuck up, lil' nigga)

I got twenty-five to life inside them cabinets in my kitchen (Real shit, man, keep that on the low, man)

Hundred pounds in the trash bag, Maxo do the dishes (Maxo do the dishes)

Hundred rounds in the AR mag, I can't leave no witness (Chopper get to spitting)

Got cameras in the front, got cameras in the back

Got cameras 'cross the street in that old Cadillac

Got J's in my closet, got J's at my door

Got J's to wash my car for a lil' crack of coke

Ring my— Ring my— Ring my doorbell, come in and take your shoes off (Uh-huh)

Wax in the oven, take it out and let it cool off (Okay)

Pack right here (Maxo), you don't even gotta sit down (Maxo)

Don't get cozy (Maxo), get this shit and move the fuck around (Maxo)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream & KEY!]

You can't smoke around, sit around, gotta cop and dip

Move a hundred pound out of bounds, now I'm getting chips

When I was young, I was hella dumb, my trap wasn't shit

Went from a one to a metric ton, trap house did a flip

I don't even know this nigga but I still made the sale (Hell)

Ring my door bell (Hell), sell a whole bale

It was five pounds short (Ayy, uh), stupid nigga couldn't tell (Ayy, okay, well)

Blowing up my cell (Uh, okay, well), should have brought a scale (Uh, okay)

[Verse 2: KEY!]

Thirty-six O's, that's a bad hoe

Thirty-six dummy bricks, that's a stupid bitch (Okay, okay)

Introduce that stupid bitch to them bad hoes (Okay, okay)

Pockets on overload, huh, now your pockets swoll' (Okay, yeah)

Who don't want pressure? (Who don't want pressure?) Who ain't got pressure? (Who ain't got pressure?)

Boy, we fucking shining (Boy, we fucking shining), huh, pressure lake in diamonds (Pressure lake in diamonds)

Where your pressure point? I bet I can find it

Where your pressure point? I bet I can find it

I got a fifty round drum in a Rondo

And I'm beating down your block just like Congo

Where the bass go? Where the bass go?

Talking to the engineer like, "Where the bass go?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Trap house swoll', trap house closed

I told my youngins, "Hit the block even if it's cold" (Cold, cold)

Now they coming back hot, I'm like, "Damn, woah"

What y'all gone and told? (Gone and told)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

You can't smoke around, sit around, gotta cop and dip

Move a hundred pound out of bounds, now I'm getting chips

When I was young, I was hella dumb, my trap wasn't shit

Went from a one to a metric ton, trap house did a flip

I don't even know this nigga, but I still made the sale (Hell)

Ring my door bell (Hell), sell a whole bale

It was five pounds short, stupid nigga couldn't tell (Well)

Blowing up my cell (Well), should have brought a scale