Yohon Trotter - Social Distance

Sell Dope

Yes sir
I like that mob shit
Atlanta Georgia
Yohon Trotter
Trap niggas United
I ain't gon never stop
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Looking for the back End
Money in the mattress
Pack doing back doin' back flips
Trap gymnastics
Bust a jug
And scoop a ho
She rode like a rodeo
Fucked in the studio
Drinking on some Julio

Drippin like a faucet
That ho love this boss shit
I don't fuck around
But Shawty love that raw shit
Selling dope in buck head
Back street on a moped
She ask me can she suck it
I told her Shawty go head
Go
Go
Profit $300 a bag
It's about 1,000 bags
My nigga you do the math
Get that shit gone in a week
I do that shit in my sleep

My niggas will die bout me
Bullets will fly bout me

These hoes is some rippy
I put um on camera
You come to the trap
Don't pull up wit no camera
Dressed in white like a angel
I jump out phantom
I am Atlanta

American gangsta
No mc hammer
Revolver won't jam
But that bitch will go blam
Fuck niggas will scram
You picked up the load
Now drop off the bag
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga

I don't even know this hoe
Took the mall tho
I don't hold hands love
I just want slow throat
Pills In a book bag
Born leader gang flag

I am not a school boy
Bitch you know what you signed up for

Grab a couple outfits
You deserve the best love
Dressing for success
You see how I be fresh love

If you ever tell
You gotta die
So don't even play like that

When niggas holla
Keep it movin'
Don't even say nothing back

Never did no sucka shit
Only did some player shit

You sound like a whole hater hater pimp
You might wanna watch you fucking Lips

Drive by
Say by by
I'm the bad guy
Fucking wise guy
Fucking Muley
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga
Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes

Selling dope and fucking hoes
My Nigga
My Nigga

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Writer(s): Yohan Trotter
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