Lil Reese - Still Selling Dope (Remix) lyrics
rate meFeat. Fetty Wap & Lil Reese
(Chorus)
Still sellin' dope x 2
I got bricks all in my wall, man I live with the coke
Still sellin' dope x 2
Fuck yo plug, come shop with me, got deals on the dope
Still sellin' dope x 2
I sold a million records but I'm still sellin' dope
Still sellin' dope x 2
I got a good price on 'em lil thang, that's if ya really want sum' work
(Verse: Gucci Mane)
Metro on the beat
Metro PCS, I make a half a mil on a week
Cash smell like cocaina, got Febreeze fo' all my cheese
And I care less 'bout what ya think of me, it's 40K to link with me
Fifty K to drink with me, ten bands just to smoke with me
Prayin' to the trap god that this boss don't get knocked, hopefully
Fifty bands, Hammer pants, watch that fine ho dance fo' me
No this not my fetish bitch, but I got ice all ova me
Extend make my pants sag lower than they pose to
And I'm runnin' fo' anotha term, nigga come and vote fo' me
Remote control fo' yo girl, hit a button and she squirt fo' me
Fucked her out and catch a nut, I quit cuz bitch ya ova workin' me
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(Verse 2: Fetty Wap)
When a brick was 26, they got me god damn rich
Taught me how to flip a pack, I move them goddamn bricks
Boy if ya ain't get no money, go ahead and god damn leave
I rep 12 and 22nd fo' my niggas slangin’ bricks
It's Zoo Wap from the bando, but isn't what ya want
Rubber grip on my handle, I crush yo ass fo' fun
Not anywhere I can't go, I pull up where I want
Anythin’ is on the counter like Fatty try to stunt
Erryone in my camp go, 4 otha's got a gun
Don't ya think that we're lacking, the choppa's in the trunk
Then I sit when it's blastin', I luv the way it dump
Used to sleep in the trap house, wake up next with my gun, skeet!
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(Verse 3: Lil Reese)
I got a good price on 'em lil thang, if ya really want sum' work
All my niggas from the 6, 6.30 put in work
Man, these fuck niggas so lame, man, we gon' stain 'em first
Take 'em down fo' his chain, man, we gon' stain 'em first
I'mma hit 'em where it hurt, hit 'em where it hurt
Fuck around with me, boy, we shootin' shit first
Gucci and Reese, that's a classic verse
Hatin' on the gang, mane, it might get worse
Catch a nigga lack, it can get worse
Skeet off fence, you sick, it can get worse
Still sellin' dope, fuck a nigga hoe
One night the bitch, cause I can't wife the hoe
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