I SELL lyrics

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Robbed him so quick that he didn't know who to shoot
I move the drugs on the block like a hoolahoop
These Xans is pressed, not even Alprazolam
n*ggas with me strapped up, Afghanistan
I robbed the plug but we still cool
I was sellin Xans on the playground in middle school
You sippin green, you ain't high, you dizzy
Ganged a n*gga for verse then he gone kill me
My trap boomin', yo' trap seen better days
I'm my own boss, n*gga, time for a pay raise
b*tch like a freed slave
Nut on her b*tch, it look like mayonaise
Mixin' with me, get you cooked, f*ck yo' family man
He cuff a hoes, that boy think he a family man
Want f*ck a whole family hit, that's a family plan
These rappers fake hatin', really my greatest fan
Damn, I'm out of Percs again?
Where they at?
My hood f*cked up, I rat
When we see these n*ggas, they be hoppin' fences
That n*gga got 50 piece, he work at Wendy's
Collectin the bread in the hood like a reverend
He wanted a quarter, he can get 7
I Schwarzenegger like on The Apprentice
I'm in the b*tch mouth like I am a dentist
[Hook: CHRIST DILLINGER & 83HADES]
I sell (crack)
I sell (lean)
I sell (percs)
I sell (xans)
I sell (lean)
I sell (crack)
I sell (guns)
I sell (straps)
I sell (water)
I sell (pack)
I sell (glass)

[Verse 2: 83HADES]
83
Short like she Yoda
If she got a kid then I shoot at the stroller
I'm findin' new ways to get rid of that yola
I bend her right over
AR on my shoulder
No, I'm not a voter
But I'm a gun toter
He turn to blood donor
No, I'm never sober
I'm gettin' much older
But livin' much younger
These rappers be stravin', they dyin' of hunger
If he want the noise, he get clapped with the thunder
Walk in the party, I'm bringin' my FN
Balenciaga's on me, best watch where you steppin'
I got a b*tch that go suck on my weapon
These xannies on me, you know them sh*ts pressed in
Beatin' his ass but we ain't playin' Tekken
I towed these guns like illegally
I am the one that they dream to be
I f*ck yo' b*tch and then put it on DVD
All on my waist is a GG
Not go to New York he still are a lame to me
Not who you motherf*ckin' claim to be
Fill up a pool and then drown it in Hennesy
Talkin' bout guns, we got plenty
Stop talkin' bout 'em, I'm a different entity
Hide behind gangs, he don't even tow no glizzy
I poured this lean in my throat and just go dizzy
I'm in this b*tch, rollin' dice that's a 450
If you come to me, best come right or you go missin'
[Outro: 83HADES]
f*ck all you di*k suckin' ass motherf*ckers, man