Yo Gotti Sell My Dope Lyrics

Sell My Dope Lyrics

[talking]

Look here, you know what I mean, I done did alot of

shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...



[chorus]

I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch

Pop my wheel break bread with my click

If a nigga don't hustle than a nigga don't eat

steady chasin paper out here running these streets

I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch

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 niggaz

That's throwin' up signs

Lettin' off rounds for mine

Back in the hood

Like my niggaz think I should

But knockin' on wood

They got a nigga back on that good

Back on a mission

In other words I'm back in the kitchen

Water whippin' with my niggaz 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 nigga

Enrolled and showed a nigga

When Gotti around, ain't enough hoes for niggaz

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 kill 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 nigga G.B. and Todd

Lil' Mont Big G we all got heart

Rap shit 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 nigga be rollin'

I go the title from (?) my shit 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 drugs

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 niggaz cause they got paper

All hoes change like weather because it's nature



[chours till fade]