Out The Door

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream] You can't smoke around Sit around Gotta cop and dip Move a hundred pound outta bounds Now I'm getting just one I was young I was hella dumb My trap wasn't shit Went from a 1 to a metric ton Trap house did a flip I don't even know this nigga but i still made the sale Ring my door bell, sell a whole Benz He was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn't tell Blowing up my cell should of brought a scale Fork whipping, mix and grit Used to burn up all my shit Cop me a scale and zip Hol' on now i'm getting it Finesse the stain, finesse the plug Finesse that dope, finesse that bitch Finesse about a hundred thousand grams using counterfeit I'd be strapped already, trigger happy Posted with the toolie Pistol packing, I was packing I be packing like I move though Ones that like to sit around Would be the ones that try to do ya So I keep up my spare shotty with a [?] like [?] [Hook: Maxo Kream] Keep my trapping on the low cause it ain't everybody's business I got 25-to-life inside them cabinets in my kitchen Hunnid pounds in the trash bag, Maxo do the dishes Hunnid rounds in the AR mag I can't leave no witness [Verse 2: Key!] 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 the door [?] [Hook: Maxo Kream] Keep my trapping on the low cause it ain't everybody's business I got 25-to-life inside them cabinets in my kitchen Hunnid pounds in the trash bag, Maxo do the dishes Hunnid rounds in the AR mag I can't leave no witness