Sold Lyrics

Ayy, look, it don't sound cool, woah, woah, woah, ayy, wait, ayy, three letters

Young Wild Boy can't be no better

A-hole Wade don't need no steppers, Switchin' my team won't never

Fuck my opposition, I just bought a Glock with extensions

They know how I rock, I ain't missin'

I'm at the top, I ain't sippin'

They thought I was trippin', Them niggas just ain't see the finish

Ayy, wrap him up, ship him out, sold

Rap don't work, right back to the trap, Point me to the store

Wrap him up, ship him out, sold

Rap don't work, right back to the trap, Point me to the store

Ayy, I hop in that Porsche and hit it, Your bitch wanna kick it, she like how I'm livin'

I hop back in that Porsche, start blickin', Let it off to the clip, start clickin'

If this rap shit don't work, then it's back to the trizzy

I been in the field, I been gettin' busy

Came in the shit trippin', they thought I was trippin'

Wait, my new bitch from overseas

Her pops is a plug, he sent me them peas, I tell her I love her and I never cheat

As long as we keep gettin' shit for the cheese

She know that I'm sly, she wanted me keyed

Type of bitch I don't need, She know I'm big

YWB, She wanna fuck Mills, told her I ain't freak

Wrap him up, ship him out, sold, Rap don't work

Right back to the trap, Point me to the store

Wrap him up, ship him out, sold

Rap don't work, right back to the trap, Point me to the store