Artist: Hodgy Beats Album: Untitled 2 Song: SALE Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Left Brain on the beat, nigga! That's the word, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that! Mellowhype! [Verse 1] Sellout, selling out on all these shows Also I stitch them Golf Wang clothes Did it without selling our souls, bitch we (Sellout!) At the end a nice stack in our dough We ain't doing it for these hoes We did it for what the fuck who knows Nigga, we sell out! I'm living life You niggaz broke, I'm rolling up When you don't smoke, this shit is for real This the life we choose, I ain't no sellout! Been on Rolls Royce still on Oakwood Hodgy Beats up to no good Push in that grain like I know that wood [Hook] It's a sellout, 100, 400, 2000, we 'bout it Sellout, 100, 200, 3000, we 'bout it nigga! [Verse 2] I'm on the edge like a coastguard, coast to coast I go hard Send you bitch niggaz a postcard My nigga, I try to fuck with everybody What's significant about it You can't fuck with anybody, nigga If this beef is roastbeef Got it stuck between my gold teeth It's how to make move, She choose me! Cus' I'm the one! Still partying when, The party is over Hardly sober, always Working Call this service tip my motherfucking chauffeur Look at these niggaz biting our culture Hunting our style like vultures cool kids and Packing impulsively I've been here, It's nothing you whore I'm about to do it again You know I do it to win While we choosin the smoke you niggaz blowin away in shrooms Kickin it, I'm trippin bars and kickin it with these bitch and dogs Missin calls, business calls, I'm coming down, my dick getting soft I'm headed to the shop, who's that Sarah and Cedric I'm reppin the wreckin the crew but it's up to you, cash or credit [Hook] It's a SALE though, 100, 400, 2000, we 'bout it SALE though, 100, 200, 3000, we 'bout it nigga! [Bridge] Sellin all this merch all across the earth We roll up our future, gotta get a shirt You break, you buy One shirt for 25.99 You just look no try Sellin all this merch all over the earth We pull up that Wolfgang, gotta cop a shirt Wolfgangnam style Mass producing trash from pollution, refusing wackness and bullshit For the ones in the back of that classroom being the nuisance Mass producing trash from pollution, refusing wackness and bullshit For the ones in the back of that classroom being the nuisance [Verse 3] You ain't on my level dawg I push reverse and pedal dawg You climbed up once, fell hella hard my nigga Ridin global for my hella shows You went around the globe, you ain't got talent hoe Can't catch a phrase or balance bullshit, will be done Finished diminished and plenished I'm replenished in premise About things that are utter and st st stutter, completed the sentences Hodgy Beats, I'll make you lovers hate me I'm t-baggin the bad one and we don't even make tea SALE though SALE though SALE though SALE though...