lolife blacc - sell itself lyrics
[intro]
still signed to the scale, n+gga
it’s lolife
motherf+ckin’ blacc
let’s get it (ayy, tanafyathatsh+tup)
[chorus]
scored some p’s and front myself, ’cause i don’t need no help
it’s tricones on my indo weed, this ain’t no johnny depp
your trap too slow, your money low, it look like you need some help
i quarterback the box and i go catch that b+tch myself
my og told me “sh+t, good dope don’t sell itself”
in the kitchen, like a chef, good dope don’t sell itself
i got white, i got tan, good dope don’t sell itself
pitch it harder, underhand, good dope don’t sell itself
[verse 1]
a word you’ll probably never hear me use is can’t
f+ck a n+gga opinion, ’cause that’s somethin’ i can’t use at the bank
took a flight, get rich off them pounds, sh+t, i’m straight
african named tumay, he the goat, i’m gettin’ rich off pints
sandwich bag and scale and vacuum seal my best friend
i spend your annual on the re+up, i got flavors in
ain’t sh+t to get it, they gon’ fly it in or drive it in
i sell out, count the cash, book the flight and do it again
[chorus]
scored some p’s and front myself, ’cause i don’t need no help
it’s tricones on my indo weed, this ain’t no johnny depp
your trap too slow, your money low, it look like you need some help
i quarterback the box and i go catch that b+tch myself
my og told me “sh+t, good dope don’t sell itself”
in the kitchen, like a chef, good dope don’t sell itself
i got white, i got tan, good dope don’t sell itself
pitch it harder, underhand, good dope don’t sell itself
[verse 2]
i woke up, on the wock this mornin’, b+tch, i’m kinda moody
use a blender when i break it down and i ain’t mixin’ smoothies
make the work dance, it got vert, call that sh+t lil uzi
he might be a narc’, when it shock, i’m gon’ make ’em use it
work the pot, eyes burnt out, re+upped on the stove
indo only, i do top shelf, i don’t touch lows
drop the ticket, watch it k!ll the road, pull up and buy a load
highway with it, it say oh net, bank left on godby rd
[chorus]
scored some p’s and front myself, ’cause i don’t need no help
it’s tricones on my indo weed, this ain’t no johnny depp
your trap too slow, your money low, it look like you need some help
i quarterback the box and i go catch that b+tch myself
my og told me “sh+t, good dope don’t sell itself”
in the kitchen, like a chef, good dope don’t sell itself
i got white, i got tan, good dope don’t sell itself
pitch it harder, underhand, good dope don’t sell itself
[outro]
(ayy, tanafyathatsh+tup)
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