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  • Maxo Kream – Out The Front Door letras

    [Hook: Maxo Kream]
    You can’t smoke around, sit around
    Gotta cop and dip
    Move a hundred pound outta’ bounds
    Now I’m getting chips
    When 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 (Hell!)
    Ring my door bell (Hell!), sell a whole bale
    It was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn’t tell (Ayo)
    Blowing up my cell (well), should of brought a scale

    [Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
    Fork whipping, mixing 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’m moving
    The ones that like to sit around
    Would be the ones that try to do you
    So I keep up my spare shotty with a kick like Jin Kazuma
    [Bridge: 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
    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
    Got J’s to wash my car for a lil’ crack of coke
    Ring my doorbell, come in and take your shoes off
    Wax in the oven, take it out and let it cool off
    Pack right here you ain’t even gotta sit down
    Don’t get cozy, get this shit and move the fuck around

    [Hook: Maxo Kream]
    You can’t smoke around, sit around
    Gotta cop and dip
    Move a hundred pound outt’ bounds
    Now I’m getting chips
    When 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 bale
    It was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn’t tell
    Blowing up my cell, should of brought a scale

    [Verse 2: Key!]
    36 O’s, that’s a bad hoe
    36 German bricks, that’s a stupid bitch
    Introduce that stupid bitch to them bad hoes
    Pockets on overload, now your pockets swole
    Who don’t want pressure? Who ain’t got pressure?
    Boy we fucking shine, pressure lake it dies
    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 and a [?]
    And I’m beating down your block, you’re like Congo
    Where the base go? Where the base go?
    Talking to the internet like where the base go?
    Trap house swole, trap house closed
    I keep my young’in”s on the block even when it’s cold
    Now they coming back hot, I’m like “Damn whoa!”
    What y’all gone and told?

    [Hook: Maxo Kream]
    You can’t smoke around, sit around
    Gotta cop and dip
    Move a hundred pound outta bounds
    Now I’m getting chips
    When 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 bale
    It was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn’t tell
    Blowing up my cell, should of brought a scale