Sell Out lyrics

[Intro: Kevo Muney]
(Memphis Track Boy, Memphis Track Boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Fly as a jet)
Kevo Muney
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Turn up)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Huh, huh, huh (Track Nation)

[Chorus: Kevo Muney]
How you got money, but can't even bail out?
You want a show, you book me, it's a sellout

[Verse 1: Kevo Muney]
I send a message, ain't givin' no mail-out
I got the city headlock like a dreadlock
And where was you when they was callin' me "Junkie"?
Even in wintertime, ice sunny
I call up Sloppy, he pull up, he dump it
Did what you wanna do, already done it
I don't see nothin' on your waist, whеre your gun at?
I got some n*ggas gon' shoot wherе I point at
I caught the bomb and I ran where they punt that
I love my cousin, he crazy, his drunk ass
I want the b*tches, never been an outcast
She say, "Kevo, you be fresh with your fat ass"
Walkin' 'round the hood, they like, "Kevione, lil' bad ass"
And I come to Memphis to rock out a show
When I'm done with that show, I'm back outta the city
I'm never stoppin', man, I'm never quittin'
f*ck a detective, f*ck a lieutenant
I do not f*ck with the police or snitches
I'm just one man, I can't save all these b*tches
Kevo Muney, hottest youngin in the city
I just been f*ckin' these b*tches
You know I'ma peep, but don't call me D
Everybody told me get out of Memphis
Walk down the street, I was writing graffiti
I went to New York City for a meet
I walk in the buildin', everybody greet me
I walk in the b*tch and everybody see me
Don't come in my life, don't come in my life
If you gonna leave me, you gonna leave me
Every night, every night
I pray to get easy, pray to get easy
And I'm at the top, these n*ggas can't see me
They so beneath me, they so beneath me
And I can't even drive, want a Lamborghini
Lamborghini, Lamborghini
[Chorus: Kevo Muney]
But how you got money, but can't even bail out?
You want a show, you book me, it's a sell-out

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, if you wan' book me, I need about fifty
A hundred or better, depend on the city
Bringin' the gang and they comin' in with me
A n*gga look wrong and I'm poppin' his fitted
You know when I pop out, I'm bringin' the city
And my b*tch comin' with me, I'm grippin' her titties
Automatic, this is not a semi and my Glock got a Jimmy, ain't doin' no jammin'
Where's the bread? You know I'm a bandit
Leave my kids on her head, then I'ma abandon
Two sticks in the Phantom, we ride in Atlanta
We seein' our mans, we ready to stamp 'em
If he a reason, we leave him deceased
Line a n*gga up like he had a crease
Shoot up the crib, make him cancel the lease
We might do him so bad, he might call the police, brr