Sell My Dope Lyrics - Kia Shine

[talking] 

Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot 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 

If a nigga don't hustle than a nigga don't eat 

steady chasin paper out here running these streets 

I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch 

Pop my wheel break bread with my click 

Kinfolks we block burn till we get these mills 

We do it how it go so we gone get it how we live 

I'm back to the basics 

Face it I'm back on the rise 

Back with my guys 

Back 22 for them pies 

I'm back rollin' clean 

Back lookin' mean at niggaz 

That's throwin' up signs 

Lettin' off rounds for mine 

Back in the hood 

Like my niggaz think I should 

But knockin' on wood 

They got a nigga back on that good 

Back on a mission 

In other words I'm back in the kitchen 

Water whippin' with my niggaz tryin' to 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 niggaz 

Never did I 

Get the big head or lie 

And say I'm the mayne 

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] 

You want to sue me? You want to rob me? 

Get your choppers come to my shows and try to mob me? 

I took birds from your people 

So you gone 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 nigga G.B. and Todd 

Lil' Mont Big G we all got heart 

Rap shit aight but I'm from the streets 

Under all circumstances I gotta eat 

I gotta ki 

What you know about thirty six o's in a drought 

Double up make 'em bounce whoa...Look at my mouth 

Blockburner nigga be rollin' 

I go the title from (?) my shit 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] 

Dope just (???) and can't stop me from gettin this paper 

Nineteen years a closet full of gators 

Platinumed out chain beggets around my charm 

One hundred fifty shots shtos four five caliber drum 

Got 4 spots 

One for the money 

One for the drugs 

A third spot for all of these hoes that I 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 gone be fallin 

Dope boys do what they want not what they can 

You boys tag along and protect the man 

Cheap hoes jockin them niggaz cause they got paper 

All hoes change like weather because it's nature 

[chours till fade]