[Intro]
Yea, that’s cool
If that’s cool I don’t wanna be cool
‘Cause that’s not cool

Sold out, yea it’s sold out
Came to the show and it’s just sold out
Titties in the store and it’s just sold out
All right here we go

[Verse 1]
Two-seater with the top drop on it
Loose plans because tomorrow’s not promised
This year it’s soft-shell crab, last year was hot Top Ramen
If I’m not not honest, may I drop like coffin (die)
Go ahead whether or not I might have caught it
The spot got August the homies rake leave
No it’s not autumn, they only gave us one option
Hellfye Club knockin’ at top volume
I dress like I’m on a sailboat
I’m on my indie grind, looking like I sell dope
I guess so, self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual
When I’m successful because I

[Hook]
Sold out (oh) [x8]
With that future, retro, super West Coast, new electro beat
This is what the haters say when they mention me
That I sold out

[Verse 2]
In the city of the angels
She gives good brain; let her play with the halo
That’s what Slug said, fuck yeah, I’m on a tangent, now what’s next?
Soft rappers on thug shit, these streets wear like a hundred
They probably need a blood test (why?)
Because they’re probably into butt sex
Jk, jk, jk, jk
Okay, okay, okay, okay
I think they know I kill shit, whether or not they won’t say––O.J
They great at chattin’ and, we make it happen (Hellfyre Club)
They’re way dramatic; I think they need to play in traffic
Yelling that a n***a’s

[Hook]