
Sell My Dope Yo Gotti & Kia Shine (Ft. Erika Kane)
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[Intro: Yo Gotti & Kia Shine]
Look here (Mhm)
You know what I mean? (Mhm)
I done did a lot of shit in my life (For sure)
Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
Street raised, street paid
[Chorus: Yo Gotti, Kia Shine, Kia Shine & Erika Kane]
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no bitch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
If a nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat
Steady chasin' paper, out here running these streets
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no bitch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
Kinfolks, we block burn 'til we get these mill's
We do it how it go, so we gon' get it how we live
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm back to the basics, face it, I'm back on the rise
I'm back with my guys, bag twenty-two for them pies
I'm back rollin' clean, I'm back lookin' mean at niggas
That's throwin' up signs, lettin' off rounds for mine
Back in the hood, like my niggas think I should
But, knockin' on wood they got a nigga back on that good
I'm back on a mission, in other words, I'm back in the kitchen
Water whippin' with my niggas, tryna 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 niggas
Never did I get the big head or lie
And say I'm the man, 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'
Look here (Mhm)
You know what I mean? (Mhm)
I done did a lot of shit in my life (For sure)
Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
Street raised, street paid
[Chorus: Yo Gotti, Kia Shine, Kia Shine & Erika Kane]
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no bitch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
If a nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat
Steady chasin' paper, out here running these streets
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no bitch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
Kinfolks, we block burn 'til we get these mill's
We do it how it go, so we gon' get it how we live
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm back to the basics, face it, I'm back on the rise
I'm back with my guys, bag twenty-two for them pies
I'm back rollin' clean, I'm back lookin' mean at niggas
That's throwin' up signs, lettin' off rounds for mine
Back in the hood, like my niggas think I should
But, knockin' on wood they got a nigga back on that good
I'm back on a mission, in other words, I'm back in the kitchen
Water whippin' with my niggas, tryna 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 niggas
Never did I get the big head or lie
And say I'm the man, 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'
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