S.E.L.A. ft. K1ng D Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, come on

Two hustlers from the Whitt, we be getting bags

My shoes got miles on them I be running laps

I was raised up in the gutter in love with trap

This Whitty and KD you try us we gon' get the strap

We from the South East of LA I know you heard about us

We making hits back to back and yea they still gon' doubt us

We from the South East of LA I know you heard about us

Haters hate I just create that envy make 'em jealous

I'm from the Whitt it taught me everything I need to know

How to fight, how to get money and talk to these hoes

I'm a pimp you see me eating out the big bowl

You like my style well baby I make my own clothes

I got that OG with me joints always stay in rotation

Real stoner even smoked when I was on probation

Now I'm flying out with gas when I go on vacation

I'm into making money fast not the type to be patient

I can never cuff a hoe I leave them for the streets

Won't even take them out on dates I admit I'm cheap

But my dick game got them hitting me up every week

I rather get the bag that's why I'm hard to reach

Two hustlers from Whitt, we be getting bags

My shoes got miles on them I be running laps

I was raised up in the gutter in love with trap

This Whitty and KD you try us we gon' get the strap

We from the South East of LA I know you heard about us

We making hits back to back and yea they still gon' doubt us

We from the South East of LA I know you heard about us

Haters hate I just create that envy make 'em jealous

Run a muck in the city who the fuck gon' tell us

Hit the plug tuck and roll taking flight like propellers

Underdogs in this game when they see us they get jealous

Rock hoes rock shows keeping it G with the fellas

You know my name ring bells when the product set sales

Feeling like I'm Pac in '95 fresh out of bail

Bought to paint a perfect picture of my city that's Whitty

And we gon' show you how we pop them things nigga like I'm 50

See where I come from you get wet with no umbrella

Take a trip to my hood to my side that's the S.E.L.A.

Repping that 56 deuce, chucking it up like Bruce

Middle fingers in the air looking like who got the juice

Two hustlers from the Whitt, we be getting bags

My shoes got miles on them I be running laps

I was raised up in the gutter in love with trap

This Whitty and KD you try us we gon' get the strap

We from the South East of LA I know you heard about us

We making hits back to back and yea they still gon' doubt us

We from the South East of LA I know you heard about us

Haters hate I just create that envy make 'em jealous