Lyrics iLoveMakonnen – Sellin
Text:
Intro:
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Hold up
Hook:
I’m sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
Boy, I’m sellin’ the dope
I’m sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
Boy, I’m sellin’ the dope
Verse 1:
I got coke and I got lean, I got K on the way
A young nigga in the USA, I’m movin’ the yay
I got bitches out of town, who like «Aye where you stay?»
I be like «Hold up, I’m about to come out to LA»
I keep that code off in my coat, I keep that coke in my coat
I’m out here sellin’, out here movin’, out here coming for your throat
If you out talking that shit, hop out boy we could pull up
You know my shit out here stupid look like dump trucks
Hook:
Sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
Boy, I’m sellin’ the dope
I’m sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
Call my phone to pull up
Boy, I’m sellin’ the dope
Verse 2:
I’m selling weed, I’m sellin’ molly
I got bitches like Holly
She be riding down the highway
Fuckin’ listening to new jams
Damn I’m sellin’ thirty grams
All for the high, high
Nigga out here in the kitchen
Cookin’ like I’m Popeyes
Oh shit, on the spinach
Boy, we could muscle up
Out here moving weight
All day, what fuck you want?
If you ain’t buying shit, nigga do not call me
Hey, hey, bitch ain’t gon’ ever caught me
I’m sellin’, I’m sellin’, give a fuck ’bout who tellin’
All my friends is dope fiends or three time felons
I can’t wait ’til I get out, boy, I’m chill on the couch
I made a hundred last week, nigga, I’m back out
Hook:
Huah I’m sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
Because I’m sellin’ the dope
I’m sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
I’m back sellin’ the dope
Verse 3:
Keep that code off in my coat, I keep that coke in my coat
I’m out here ballin’ on a nigga, I will come for your throat
We slash and dash all damn night, nigga meet me with my sprite
I got lean, I got white, I got whatever you need
At the Taco Bell or highway, nigga come and see us
I be out here moving all night in two seaters
Little silver Cameros, fuck about your fellows
Feeling like an ancient Egyptian, looking like a pharaoh
Hook:
Sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
Boy, I’m sellin’ the dope
I’m sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
Boy, I’m sellin’ the dope
Outro:
I’m sellin’ dope, aye
I’m sellin’ dope, hey
I’m sellin’ dope, aye
I’m sellin’ dope, yeah
I’m sellin’ dope, I’m sellin’ dope
I’m back to sellin’ the dope
Call my phone to pull up
Because I’m sellin’ the dope