Maxo Kream - Out The Door [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
You can't smoke around
Sit around
Gotta cop and dip
Move a hundred pound outta bounds
Now I'm getting just one
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 Benz
He was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn't tell
Blowing up my cell should of brought a scale
Fork whipping, mix and 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 move though
Ones that like to sit around
Would be the ones that try to do ya
So I keep up my spare shotty with a [?] like [?]

[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Key!]
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
[?]

[Hook: 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