Sold Out

[Intro] Yea, that’s cool If that’s cool I don’t wanna be cool ‘Cause that’s not cool Sold out, yea it’s sold out Came to the show and it’s just sold out Titties in the store and it’s just sold out All right here we go [Verse 1] Two-seater with the top drop on it Loose plans because tomorrow’s not promised This year it’s soft-shell crab, last year was hot Top Ramen If I’m not not honest, may I drop like coffin (die) Go ahead whether or not I might have caught it The spot got August the homies rake leave No it’s not autumn, they only gave us one option Hellfye Club knockin’ at top volume I dress like I’m on a sailboat I’m on my indie grind, looking like I sell dope I guess so, self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual When I’m successful because I [Hook] Sold out (oh) [x8] With that future, retro, super West Coast, new electro beat This is what the haters say when they mention me That I sold out [Verse 2] In the city of the angels She gives good brain; let her play with the halo That’s what Slug said, fuck yeah, I’m on a tangent, now what’s next? Soft rappers on thug shit, these streets wear like a hundred They probably need a blood test (why?) Because they’re probably into butt sex Jk, jk, jk, jk Okay, okay, okay, okay I think they know I kill shit, whether or not they won’t say––O.J They great at chattin’ and, we make it happen (Hellfyre Club) They’re way dramatic; I think they need to play in traffic Yelling that a nigga’s [Hook]