Sell My Dope lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Kia Shine]
Look here (Mhm)
You know what I mean? (Mhm)
I done did a lot of sh*t 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 b*tch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
If a n*gga don't hustle then a n*gga don't eat
Steady chasin' paper, out here running these streets
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (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 n*ggas
That's throwin' up signs, lettin' off rounds for mine
Back in the hood, like my n*ggas think I should
But, knockin' on wood they got a n*gga back on that good
I'm back on a mission, in other words, I'm back in the kitchen
Water whippin' with my n*ggas, tryna sew up the city
Back in school, Gotti back to actin' a fool
But seekin' some knowledge, Southwest Community College
Took hold a n*gga, enrolled and showed a n*gga
When Gotti around, ain't enough hoes for n*ggas
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'
[Chorus: Yo Gotti, Kia Shine, Kia Shine & Erika Kane]
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
If a n*gga don't hustle then a n*gga don't eat
Steady chasin' paper, out here running these streets
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (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 2: Yo Gotti]
You wanna sue me, you wanna rob me?
Get your choppers, come to my show and try to mob me?
I took birds from your people, so you gon' 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 n*gga G.B. and Todd
Lil' Mont, Big G, we all got heart
Rap sh*t aight, but I'm from the streets
Under all circ*mstances, I gotta eat, I gotta eat
What you know about thirty-six O's in a drought?
Double up, make 'em bounce, woah, look at my mouth
Blockburner, n*gga be rollin'
I got the title "The Man," my sh*t 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: Yo Gotti, Kia Shine, Kia Shine & Erika Kane]
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
If a n*gga don't hustle then a n*gga don't eat
Steady chasin' paper, out here running these streets
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (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 3: Yo Gotti]
Dope just touched down, they can't stop me from gettin' this paper
Nineteen years, a closet full of gators
Platinumed-out chain, baguettes around my charm
A hundred fifty shots, four-five caliber drum
Got four spots, one for the money, one for the drugs
A third spot for all of them hoes that 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 gon' be fallin'
Dope boys do what they want and not what they can (Not what they can)
You boys tag along to protect the man (Protect the man)
Cheap hoes jockin' them n*ggas 'cause they got paper
All hoes change like weather, because it's nature (Nature)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti, Kia Shine, Kia Shine & Erika Kane]
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
If a n*gga don't hustle then a n*gga don't eat
Steady chasin' paper, out here running these streets
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (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
I'ma sell my dope, can't trust no b*tch (Woah)
Pop my wheel, break bread with my clique
If a n*gga don't hustle then a n*gga don't eat
Steady chasin' paper, out here running these streets