Yo Gotti - Sell My Dope lyrics
(talking) Look here, you know what I mean, I done did alot of sh** in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid... (chorus) I'ma sell my dope can't trust no b**h Pop my wheel break bread with my click If a n***a don't hustle than a n***a don't eat steady chasin paper out here running these streets I'ma sell my dope can't trust no b**h Pop my wheel break bread with my click Kinfolks we block burn till we get these mills We do it how it go so we gone get it how we live I'm back to the basics Face it I'm back on the rise Back with my guys Back 22 for them pies I'm back rollin' clean Back lookin' mean at n***az That's throwin' up signs Lettin' off rounds for mine Back in the hood Like my n***az think I should But knockin' on wood They got a n***a back on that good Back on a mission In other words I'm back in the kitchen Water whippin' with my n***az tryin' to sew up the city Back in school Gotti back to actin' a fool But seekin' some knowledge Southwest community college Took hold a n***a Enrolled and showed a n***a When Gotti around, ain't enough hoes for n***az Never did I Get the big head or lie And say I'm the mayne I just said I'm workin' with change And doin my thang I can't help I don't trust hoes Move birds on the low and seen a hundred or mo' (chorus) You wanna sue me? You wanna rob me? Get your choppers come to my shows and try to mob me? I took birds from your people So you gone k** me Say my beats be aight But you don't really feel me Dog, I ain't hard to find I be in the bay Ridgecrest, Shady Vista street everyday Sellin yay with my n***a G.B. and Todd Lil' Mont Big G we all got heart Rap sh** aight but Im from the streets Under all circumstances I gotta eat I gotta ki What you know about thirty six o's in a drought Double up make 'em bounce whoa...Look at my mouth Blockburner n***a be rollin' I go the title from (?) my sh** ain't stolen I'm watchin' TV's and DVD's I'm thug bruh One more time Dre and Shine It's love bruh, It's love bruh (chorus) Dope just (???) and can't stop me from gettin this paper Nineteen years a closet full of gators Platinumed out chain beggets around my charm One hundred fifty shots shtos four five caliber drum Got 4 spots One for the money One for the d** A third spot for all of these hoes that I don't love A fourth spot for me and my shorty that stayed down The one who stayed strong and helped me through shady grounds I'm a mean mugger,head buster Nothin nice I'm a street hustler And my motto is rock ice Streets is callin Why not picture me ballin Enjoy it while I got it cause one day I'm gone be fallin Dope boys do what they want not what they can You boys tag along and protect the man Cheap hoes jockin them n***az cause they got paper All hoes change like weather because it's nature (chours till fade)