Laulunsanoja:
Yo Gotti Sell My Dope

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

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

my way, then lay beneath the ground soon Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my

, set trip nigga Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang And rollin' with the alpine bangin' Homie what you got? A couple sacks to sell Went from weed to dope

had the green in my auntie house, like Jeezy Guns in my grandma, fo' sheezy Baby mama holding that work, and that's real A nigga took something from Gotti

brick, paints, pounds of dro fa sho a young nigga living how he supposed ya know [Yo Gotti] I got sixteen 28 grams broke down to dimes What's my life

my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move

in my grapes as for real'a This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop

open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head, Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed Cause I only sell