Lyrics Still Sellin - TyFlyy

SRT, he might cop the Lambo
Jailbreak, 220
These niggas don't wanna know
Still sellin

No, still sellin
Still sellin
He still sellin
Still sellin
She still sellin
Still sellin
They still sellin

Foreign shooter, and he came with a 'ooter
Red bitch, and she came from Bermuda
Ambidextrous nigga countin up Mula
Teach you how to do it, turn to a tutor
Too much money, baby, tryna thumb thru it
Got a new scope, shoot you from hell
Long distance nigga, you gotta hunt
Sixty miles away, them shells goin' through him
Sixty miles away, my niggas gon' do it
On your roof, my niggas, they snoopin
Right hand, counting up fluently
Left hand, I'm mixin' the fluid

Still sellin
Still sellin
Still sellin
Stop twerkin, baby, what the fuck is you doin
I'm tryna count, and you fuckin' my huh
I'm tryna count, and you stoppin' my movement
The chop go Waka Flocka, okay, let's do it
I'm in the cat, it's swervin' and movin
Movin' bows, you feel like you Luda
Pigeon-toed, she workin' at Hooters
Niggas spin, just like DJ Clue
Niggas spin, just like DJ Clue did
I got revenge, and I ain't wanna do it
I'm punchin' that gas, I'm makin' it move
You get what you give, my nigga, it's true

SRT, he might cop the Lambo
Jailbreak, 220
These niggas don't wanna know
Still sellin

No, still sellin
Still sellin
He still sellin
Still sellin
She still sellin
Still sellin
They still sellin
Still