Yo Gotti - Sell My Dope Lyrics
[talking]Look here, you know what I mean, I done did alot ofshit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...[chorus]I'ma sell my dope can't trust no *****Pop my wheel break bread with my clickIf a nigga don't hustle than a nigga don't eatsteady chasin paper out here running these streetsI'ma sell my dope can't trust no *****Pop my wheel break bread with my clickKinfolks we block burn till we get these millsWe do it how it go so we gone get it how we liveI'm back to the basicsFace it I'm back on the riseBack with my guysBack 22 for them piesI'm back rollin' cleanBack lookin' mean at niggazThat's throwin' up signsLettin' off rounds for mineBack in the hoodLike my niggaz think I shouldBut knockin' on woodThey got a nigga back on that goodBack on a missionIn other words I'm back in the kitchenWater whippin' with my niggaz tryin' to sew up the cityBack in schoolGotti back to actin' a foolBut seekin' some knowledgeSouthwest community collegeTook hold a niggaEnrolled and showed a niggaWhen Gotti around, ain't enough hoes for niggazNever did IGet the big head or lieAnd say I'm the mayneI just said I'm workin' with changeAnd doin my thangI can't help I don't trust hoesMove 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 peopleSo you gone kill meSay my beats be aightBut you don't really feel meDog, I ain't hard to find I be in the bayRidgecrest, Shady Vista street everydaySellin yay with my nigga G.B. and ToddLil' Mont Big G we all got heartRap shit aight but Im from the streetsUnder all circumstances I gotta eatI gotta kiWhat you know about thirty six o's in a droughtDouble up make 'em bounce whoa...Look at my mouthBlockburner nigga be rollin'I go the title from (?) my shit ain't stolenI'm watchin' TV's and DVD'sI'm thug bruhOne more time Dre and ShineIt's love bruh, It's love bruh[chorus]Dope just (???) and can't stop me from gettin this paperNineteen years a closet full of gatorsPlatinumed out chain beggets around my charmOne hundred fifty shots shtos four five caliber drumGot 4 spotsOne for the moneyOne for the drugsA third spot for all of these hoes that I don't loveA fourth spot for me and my shorty that stayed downThe one who stayed strong and helped me through shady groundsI'm a mean mugger,head busterNothin niceI'm a street hustlerAnd my motto is rock iceStreets is callinWhy not picture me ballinEnjoy it while I got it cause one day I'm gone be fallinDope boys do what they want not what they canYou boys tag along and protect the manCheap hoes jockin them niggaz cause they got paperAll hoes change like weather because it's nature[chours till fade]
