diggy334 – sell out lyrics
[intro]
i got so much wed i can’t sell out
if 12 catch m lackin’ i’ll bail out
honcho, honcho
[hook]
uh, i’m finna trap out a whole ounc
trip to la we gone roll out
she in love with my hair, it ain’t combed out
uh, stepped out the crib now its cold out
uh, don’t got no mo love i’m sold out
all of this gas, can’t sell out
12 catch me lackin’, i’ll bail out
i’m duckin’ and dodgin’ from 12 now
chain on my neck and it’s wt now
baby gone give me that wet mouth
i’m givin’ my all, i can’t let down
peepin’ a opp and i ran down
i’m givin’ drugs to my fans now
cookie my favorite strand now
they not for you, put the xan down
i speak from my soul put the pen down
[verse 1]
drugs is my favorite sport
on the southside where i hopped off the porch
i’m finna eat a whole bar with a fork
ice on my b-tch got her lookin so gorg
f-ckin anothr hoe cause i got bored
stepped in the game and i’m coming with force
glocks in the back finna f-ckin extort
i seen some sh-t i gotta take to the morgue
b-tch you ain’t special we’ll f-ck on the floor
and if you got a problem then you see the door
i can’t een wait till a young n-gga tour
thowin dis guap watch that sh-t hit the floor uh
disrespect gang and we going to war
i’m holdin dis stick and it came with a sword uh
walk in my closet margiela galore
feel like its young honcho vs. the world uh
smokin on earth and i’m high off the earth
i gave her a xan now she losing her words
them n-ggas gone sing in the crowd like its church
my cup is dirty like it filled with dirt
i’m finna hop in the coupe and then swerve
girl you gone get f-cked, just wait on your turn
i’m finna come up, it’s almost my turn
keep trying yo luck, end up in a urn
keep f-ckin wit ratchet -ss hoes and get burned
my momma said young honcho don’t ever learn
i’m holdin my gun and i’m holdin’ it firm
i’m tryna get me dat rari then swerve
pop me a perc gotta get off the earth
took so much ls bruh i think that i’m cursed
after we f-ck then i’m all in her purse
let me tell you how much i’m worth
[hook]
uh, i’m finna trap out a whole ounc
trip to la we gone roll out
she in love with my hair, it ain’t combed out
uh, stepped out the crib now its cold out
uh, don’t got no mo love i’m sold out
all of this gas, can’t sell out
12 catch me lackin’, i’ll bail out
i’m duckin’ and dodgin’ from 12 now
chain on my neck and it’s wt now
baby gone give me that wet mouth
i’m givin’ my all, i can’t let down
peepin’ a opp and i ran down
i’m givin’ drugs to my fans now
cookie my favorite strand now
they not for you, put the xan down
i speak from my soul put the pen down
[verse 2]
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