Tired Of Selling Yola

I'm tired of selling yola

Re-uppin' and coppin'

Turning my money over

Tryna flip a profit

One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)

And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)

I'm tired of selling yola

Re-uppin' and coppin'

Turning my money over

Tryna flip a profit

One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)

And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)

He got the block on lock, but he can't stop

'Cause he was bit by the hustlin' bug

Ever since he sold his first rock, or should I say dove

His plug showed him hella love, and game him a joog

He stayed loyal, never crooked like a wheel alignment

So his plug kept frontin' him work on consignment

He didn't flam-coon, he kept it low-key

Stayed under the radar and stacked his money

But I wish I could say that about his plug, attention whore

Spent thirty thou-wow in the strip club (In the strip club)

A sucka for bitches (Sucka for bitches)

Buying hoes cars for Christmas (Cars for Christmas)

UH, love triangles (Love triangles)

Now he got some killers on his ankles (On his ankles)

They put some bread on this head (On his head)

Somebody want him dead (Somebody want him dead)

He losin' sleep tryna find out who is it (Who is it?)

So he can reverse the hit (The hit)

But he comin' up with nathin', no clues (What else?)

'Cause he fonkin' with three or four different crews (Wow)

Not only that but the fuzz on his back

'Cause one of his boys in there tellin' 'cause he got popped with a brick

(A brick?) A unit, a birdie, a kick (A kick)

On suicide watch, he in there sick (He in there sick)

Cryin' like a bitch, a lame

Askin' himself, "Why did I get in this game?"

Everybody ain't built for this shit

Better get in and get out (And do what?) And go legit

BIATCH!

I'm tired of selling yola

Re-uppin' and coppin'

Turning my money over

Tryna flip a profit

One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)

And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)

I'm tired of selling yola

Re-uppin' and coppin'

Turning my money over

Tryna flip a profit

One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)

And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)

Back to the first paragraph, the beginning

The loyal nigga that I was talkin' about earlier out there winning

Stacked enough to branch out on his own

To cut out the liaison

(Liaison?) Yeah, the middle man

Now the little loyal nigga worth about three or four hundred thousand grand

Bought a cannabis club and a pawn shop (What else?)

A Green Burrito and a Carl's Jr

(What happened to the dude with the sack, the plug?)

He's no longer, they murked him outside the club

The throw, the function, I ain't surprised

At the events is where most of the people lose their lives

The scandalous be scamming, plotting and planning

Standing outside of the party, infiltrating and phone pimping

(Phone pimping?) Yeah, droppin' dimes

And tellin' the perpetrator what kinda of car that the victim's driving

(Wow, that's kinda heavy. What kind a vehicle he was in?) A Chevy

(When did the ambulance come?) ASAP

But by time they got there his brains was sitting in his lap

(Dang, that ain't cool. He musta had a leak in his pool)

I know, huh, that's what I was thinkin'

I wonder where his niggas was at when he was leavin'

Cattin', talking to some broads

Bullshittin', tryna get them drawers

That's why you supposed to get in the game, get out and quit

Invest your money, get a business (What else?) and go legit

I'm tired of selling yola

Re-uppin' and coppin'

Turning my money over

Tryna flip a profit

One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)

And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)

I'm tired of selling yola

Re-uppin' and coppin'

Turning my money over

Tryna flip a profit

One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)

And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)