Maxo Kream - Out The Front Door lyrics

[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 sh** Went from a 1 to a metric ton Trap house did a flip I don't even know this n***a but I still made the sale (Hell!) Ring my door bell (Hell!), sell a whole bale It was 5 pound short stupid n***a 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 sh** Cop me a scale and zip Hol' on now I'm getting it Finesse the stain, finesse the plug Finesse that dope, finesse that b**h 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 sh** and move the f** 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 sh** Went from a 1 to a metric ton Trap house did a flip I don't even know this n***a but I still made the sale Ring my door bell, sell a whole bale It was 5 pound short stupid n***a 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 b**h Introduce that stupid b**h to them bad hoes Pockets on overload, now your pockets swole Who don't want pressure? Who ain't got pressure? Boy we f**ing 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 sh** Went from a 1 to a metric ton Trap house did a flip I don't even know this n***a but I still made the sale Ring my door bell, sell a whole bale It was 5 pound short stupid n***a couldn't tell Blowing up my cell, should of brought a scale