Junkies knocking at my door, I told them "I ain't serve you shit"
Nigga wanted half a pound, I told him "I ain't got a zip"
Need to place another order, overnight I get it shipped
Getting on the plug nerves, say I move the dope too quick
Moving them packs like I got on Vans
Only 12 grams, I ain't got no tin
Plug say he dry, then I need a new plan
So I hit my lil' bro, 6 bands, middle man
Don't need no workers, all my sales hand to hand
Still waiting on the plug, but the fuck nigga' playing
When I run out of work, put me in a bad mood
Six pounds, it was gone in an hour, OG gas bag of the sour
Smoking bouquets of the flower
Moving K packs of the downers
My white bitch i'm serving her father
Send packs in the air on departure
Xanax for less then a dollar
I hate when I run out of product
No halves, no zips, no pounds, sold out
No grams, no eighths, no shake, sold out
No percs, no xans, no tan, sold out
No X? no meth? is ya deaf? I'm sold out
Ctm