Lyrics:
(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin' up
They don't know how we started (Started out)
Had a pad and then I pen it out (Pen it out)
Breakin’ my records, dawg I'm sellin' out (Dawg I’m sellin
And there they go
A much bigger SELLIN KELLER than the previous version
We remember from just a couple of short years ago
Hi everyone I'm Pichael
trappin' out their grandma backyard
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard
Seventeen-five, rest in low but that's the price though
And you can't get in for sellin' cakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
no, we not the same kind
You can have that lil'- if she ain't mine (yeah)
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that)
foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck cause I keep sellin'
Yo, what the fuck are the yellin?
"Gangsta Gangsta" that's what they're yellin'
Niggas
keep sellin' (keep sellin')
I done spent 250 just on bailin' (250)
This some pressure cookie that I keep inhalin' (pressure)
Vibes on my line
another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Just another day,
boat, boat (mwah)
I'm never goin' broke, broke, broke, broke (hah)
It look like we sellin' dope, dope, dope, dope (wow)
Fur coat on, I'm the goat,
still (Where's he at!?)
Wrote the illest verse but the universe wasn’t ready yet
Fuck the world
You thought Mother Nature was celibate
I’m sellin’ bits
OOOOOOOO YEAA
IM SELLIN OUT SHOWS
SELLIN OUT SHOWS
SELLIN OUT SHOWS
OOOOOOOO YEAA
IM SELLIN OUT SHOWS
SELLIN OUT SHOWS
SELLIN OUT SHOWS
Cuttin off
Block hot lot of cops but we sellin' the snow
Game cold hit that baby try it out through ya' nose
You don't like it too late it already got sold
You got
Aye, Shoutout to all the trap niggas
Now I gotta stay safe in these streets
Fuck the pigs 187, yo
Kush in the grinder
Sellin' the packs, Movin’
everybody in my city gotta be a thug
Rappers, they be lyin to you, tryna make a buck
Man these niggas sellin out, they not even sellin drugs
On the come up,
didn't get it
My hood trouble if y'all don't live it then don't visit
Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck
All I talk about is money
'Cause that's all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that
Take a nigga shit, make him come up off that
Sellin' in the hood and come up off that
Them pills, them bricks, them pounds
Come up off that
That
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real
the coop (fly the coop)
First class fell through, I'ma fly the coop (fly the coop)
'Cause being fly so much better than that bullshit they sellin' you
seein' my mans win
Oh, you got all the money, I know
You fuckin' all the hoes, uh-huh
Heard you be sellin' dope, uh-uh
I be sellin' pounds, not rounds
Drugs oppress the people every day
Sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
Aint no hope in the streets, you broke you sell
know no rock from no diamond
It's levels
I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on
The corner sellin' o's
For the love
old
Both of them twenty-eight
My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that metal K
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