[Verse 1]
My home boy rico, fell in love wit kesha
Full time freak bitch part time teacher
Me and kesha cool cuzz I use to fuck tammy
That's her lil sista just moved to miami
Kesha was the driver when I was takin trips to mexico
Got the head once and I ain't eve fuck the hoe
Course I told rico now tammy cant stand me
Before I fucked the bitch me and him was like family
And kesha start hangin round niggas couldn't trust her
But money over bitches that my mothefuckin brother
Sticking to the g-code, fuck one of these stank hoes
Of course I went told what she said back to rico
Rico gott mad excelled and start clickinq
Pulled his pistol out and told me stay up out his business
Told me he would kill me if I ever fucked his bitches
And he ain't pay me shit for them last five chickens
Rico trippin out rico know I ain't no hoe
Rico know he should have killed me
Rico know I ain't gone go
Rico still fuckin kesha, kesha still fuckin up
Rico still owe me a hundred grand and plan on running off
Rico mama know my mama we like family rico smart
But rico know what I know cant no one save him but god
I know rico ain't no sucka rico gutter he got heart
Rico merked so many niggas but his weakness is a bar
Now ico fuckin tammy cuzz he wanna pay back kesha
Kesha wanna pay back rico, I don't give a fuck bout neither
This bitch kesha so fucked up she been fuckin wit danetta
Gave dat bitcch a couple stacks she called rico up to meet him
Rico walked into the house I was sittin right on the couch
Rico thought he saw a ghost kesha standing right by the door
Rico one shot to the head, kesha screaming out he dead
Uu' know I cant leave no witness kesha pow, I fled
[Chorus]
If uu; a real nigga then uu' stand for sumthing
By the way never change gotta stand for something
Its a hard man life and the streets made to go
One thing about it I don't love these hoes
I want it cuzz I got it and it __ all fishy
__ not to love these bitches
Trynna do the teacher and the game ain't work
__ then the streets don't care
[Verse 2]
Jesse a old as player jesse kind of like my plug
Jesse always got gud work bu he don't never show no love
I think jesse take my money and they front him what he buy
Maybe jesse a middle man using my shit to get by
Jesse prices be too high but I heard he work for nino
Jesse a full time gambler he met nino at the casino
On the cool jesse strong mane I heard he getting a c-note
That a hundred of them I'll knock his meat out his borito
Jesse home boy dede he be fuckin wit that white
Dede pose to be his goon he catching bodies every night
Me and dede went to skool together me and dede tight
5th period mr. anotchie class I was sellin dede white
I been playing under dede tryin to get up under jesse
Maybe I'll meet up wit nino and get me a connection
Jesse always getting robbed they don't respect him in the streets
Dede told me nino always asking questions bout me
But jesse always put me down nino got to play it safe
So in others words nino do whatever jesse say
Jesse playing like he straight nino moved back to LA
Dede told me jesse llove some bitches down in M I A
Nino flew us out to cali he gone take us to the grammys
I pulled up on jesse he was front seat with tammy
Tammy looked me in my eyes jesse looking at her strange
Thinking bout what dede told me tammy holding jesse change
Me and dede in the lobby told him I was leaving soon
When I left I saw that tammy bitch come out of nino room
Okay nino fucking tammy tammy holding nino work
And jesse ain't got a clue cuzz if he do he will be hurt
A long story short I took a trip to 305
Kicked in that tammy bitch door and got 100 something pies
Now dede looking for me but he fuck off with my guys
A quarter thing sofft they kbocked his brain off threw his eyes
Nino nino nino nino nino nino, nino nino nino nino nino nino ,
[Chorus]
If uu; a real nigga then uu' stand for sumthing
By the way never change gotta stand for something
Its a hard man life and the streets made to go
One thing about it I don't love these hoes
I want it cuzz I got it and it __ all fishy
Shouts out to wanda told me not to love these bitches
Trynna do the teacher and the game ain't work
[Hook:]
It's a World War Three, nigga
Fuckin' wit me, nigga
My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E;, nigga
World War Three nigga,
Fuckin' wit me, nigga
My niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, coming through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy
My niggas wit it, wit it
Money, we get it, get it
I see my target, regardless I hit it, hit it
Bullets ain't got no name
Gotti ain't playin' games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution
[Hook]
So you say you want to break the law
What about when I break your jaw?
What about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, before you do that
You don't really want to see me run through that
I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to wild out
But you don't want to foul out
What the fuck you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
tellin' how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E; each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' down south
Wit plat up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all about
Say it again
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again
[Hook]
I scream attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E; solider pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You reckless (BITCH)
You had the advantage
Now you can't do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one writer
Who say that they tighter?
That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy
[Chorus:]
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
The numbers don't lie
[x6]
[Yo Gotti:]
Ay, step up in the party and them bad b-tches be on me,
I be sippin on Patrone, when I'm jumpin out ferraris,
I be rocking Gucci sometimes Louie, I'm retarded,
3 oh 5 chevy, and the shades by Bacaray
Hatin on my scrap I got my mind on my money,
Milan on, taking nothing from me,
Hated on these, hated on these.,
Ballin is my hobby, damn homie going shoppin,
Got 5 star with me a milli in the lobby,
Took her to the room, she hit me with that line,
She ain't that type of girl so I told her stop lying,
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne:]
Young money, yeah, ok,
I ain't gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die,
The numbers don't lie, G-5, over sky
I f-cked her p-ssy good, make her cry if I tried,
I'm tired of being sick and I'm sick of being tired,
Tired of these n-ggas and tired of these b-tches,
Sh-t let em lie as long as they ain't snitching,
And men lie about women,
And sh-t women lie about plenty,
They ain't lying on me I'm in the bed with 2 fine b-tches lying on me,
So that would make 3 and numbers don't lie,
And money don't lie,
And neither do I,
B-tch!
[Chorus]
(The numbers don't lie, the the numbers don't lie)
[Yo Gotti:]
I'm trying to count to a billion,
My b-tch Brazilian,
Hop in that Lamb,
Push the button lose the ceiling,
Sun out no raindrops,
Posting the same spot,
Right here in north north memphis,
Is where I came from,
Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had sh-t,
The streets gave me family, Barry White couldnt,
Ain't no secret in the streets,
N-ggas know I got,
Got swagger through the roof,
I was born,
Zip code on my wrist,
Phone number in the bank,
In my ten til six
With my 305 paint
I got my 357 and my 501s,
And Lear 55 with my air force ones.
[Chorus]
Yo this your boy Yo Gotti
Okay i just bought a white bulldog all white fish white this
chorus x2:
white cutlass white lamb white truck white Porsche
I live on a golf course I be wit da white boyz
white couch in my white house off a white girl
all I know is white dawg I live in a white world
verse 1:
all I want for Christmas is a package and my pistol
if it is a black santa won't you free some of my nigguhz
every time I made a sale I made sure I used a scale
and if I ever got sum money I gon' give these nigguhz hell
vanilla color leather it look perfect with the wood
park the cutlass at the office park my lambo in the hood
gave the Lexus to the goons gave the truck to baby mama
but took it from that bitch cuz she went acting(?) like I want her
so now she pissed off mad at me but I don't give a damn
a bitch gon' do wat bitches do so she been going ham
my favorite color white u know I'm cocaine down from head to toe
I bought so much white shit think I'm bout' to cop some mo'
chorus x2
verse 2 :
I told em' white my favorite color u can ask my big brother
he said i'm going cocaine crazy but I do it for the struggle (i do)
I do it for the hustlers n I do it for the trappers
like I do it for the gangstas but I don't do it for no rappers (nah)
do it for the city ain't shit dat chu can tell me (nah)
don't compare me to no artist and(?) comparing me to Elvis
a chopper in my trunk I gotta 40. By my pelvis
n i want all the money so I guess Im kinda selfish
a bitch ????? She stay in ??? Atlanta
she said the worlds mine like Tony Montana
u working for the Feds I can see an antenna
so yellow cost taker(?) white chocolate outlaya
chorus
ey look pussy, nigga every thing i talk about real nigga, what I got huh what what, u see that shit nigga u know wat I'm talkin bout
just talk:
u kno WTF going on nigga
yo gotti mr. One time u num saying
cutlass like 90 or 80 sumthing 88 89
rach in this bitch nigga u kno the lamb 252 like 258 to be exact sum shit like dat naw mean. porsche like 135 2010 oh yeh nigga I could do January 1st in dat bitch
u nuh im saying i'll truck race dat shit just u kno 450 thousand dolla shit it ain't nuthing
chorus
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I'm yo gotti... Niggas pistol playing showing straps
How you ain't got no work but in the trap... aye where they do that at [x4]
I know you ain't hating on yo dog were they do that at niggas going insane about a braud were they do that at
Snitching ass working for the laws were they do that at... aye were they do that at
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm sitting up o's of that purple shit nigga playing money games
Charged a nigga a couple hundreds he told me charge it to the game
Oka it's all good bet I get his ass next time around ordered up the whole pound let my youngins lay him down
North memphis number 1 rule bitch nobody slide playing with me money just like playing with a nigga pride
And if you ever ever ever ever hurt a nigga feelings it's gone be a bloody bloody murder cold hearted killing
You ain't got no witness then they ain't got no damn case million dollar bond bitch that really like a hundred days
That real hood shit nothing but facts when I'm talking certified street approval and I'm the realiest nigga walking
[Hook:]
Niggas pistol playing showing straps where they do that at
How you ain't got no work but in the trap where they do that at
Aye where they do that at [x4]
I know you ain't hating on yo dog were they do that at
Niggas going insane about a braud were they do that at
Snitching ass working for the laws were they do that at
Aye were they do that at [x2]
[Verse 2:]
I'm in the middle of my hood where everybody thuggin 4 deep one car and everybody busting
This that g shit all I ever wanted was a key shit never love these hoes you can miss me with that sweet shit
Cause yo bitch ain't yours and my bitch ain't mines they ah have a nigga fooled every motherfucking time
Every motherfucking line come out they motherfucking mouth is give me this or buy me that bitch it's a motherfucking drought
I'm a outlaw rolling stone never ever going home I stay were I spend the night different hoe house every night
This that real hood shit nothing but facts when I'm talking certified street approval and I'm the realiest nigga walking
[Hook:]
Niggas pistol playing showing straps where they do that at
How you ain't got no work but in the trap where they do that at
Aye where they do that at [x4]
I know you ain't hating on yo dog were they do that at
Niggas going insane about a braud were they do that at
Snitching ass working for the laws were they do that at
Aye were they do that at [x2]
[Verse 3:]
I'm a certified gangsta in between me and you just got a million dollar check so my homies did to
We bout to fuck the whole city up tell them hoes come get with us if they want they hair and nails did cause that ain't shit to us
Nigga you ain't real you a pussy and everybody know it talking bout yo homeboys like they ain't even yo homeboys
You could'ntleave the house so I guess your just a home boy literally see my wrist and neck that bitch so glitterly
All I know is white girl I call her hillary cause that bitch got power plus she so considerate
This that real hood shit nothing but facts when I'm talking certified street approval and I'm the realiest nigga walking
[Hook:]
Niggas pistol playing showing straps where they do that at
How you ain't got no work but in the trap where they do that at
Aye where they do that at [x4]
I know you ain't hating on yo dog were they do that at
Niggas going insane about a braud were they do that at
Snitching ass working for the laws were they do that at
Aye were they do that at [x2]
[talking: Yo Gotti]
No what I'm saying they don't do that shit in my hood nigga
They keep it 100 you know what saying cosack nigga cut they grass gather them cut they heads off nigga we good
Were they do that at
[Chorus: x2]
Aye homie what's wrong with you
That bitch don't belong 2 you [x2]
Bet she don't go home with you
She already feelin me
I'm a get her on the two
Later on she gonna do, whatever I want her to
Yo gotti [x2]
That bitch ain't no gutta bitch
She done sucked ahunnit dicks
Crossed about a hunnit hoes and ran threw ahunnit clicks
She do the most, do the gross, niggas and bitches she fuck em both
If you wanna buy some head, pick her up and blow the dough
She from the nutta gutta south
Then she moved down to the east
You can move a million times but bitch you still go be a freak
She use to fuck with Triple C, now she fuck with Nimean
Her sister and them from Mo-East Mountain
That's a Memphis hoe, you know that pimping go
Say she went to Northside, graduated from Merrow
Say she went 2 TSU, transfer to UT Check
Now she fucking Star and them, they don't want to give her back
Say her head dumb dumb, very very dumb dumb
That's a known Memphis bitch, I know where she come from
I know what her tongue done, I know where her mouth been
Don't you fall in love with her, she will fuck yo bestfriend
[Chorus: x2]
Aye homie what's wrong with you
That bitch don't belong to you [x2]
Bet she don't go home with you
She already feeling me
I'm a get her on the two
Later on she gonna whatever I want her to
That's just ain't yo busz so stop taking shit the wrong way
Sitting home pissed, like shit, with the long face
Yo bitch ain't coming home anyway long as I tell you why
Landlord, kush and patron go have her hella high
Her homegirl ain't sayin shit, her homegirl her alibi
I been waitin to burn her throat she... I can't never lie
Her nigga think she clean, lowkey she be on the scene hard
Mouse point, rollin green, doin lean in between the rachett parks
My lil rachett broad, broke as hard...
He was a D Boy, now that nigga got a job
Man he gotta rob, that's his plan B, all the time...
And we was at Woodcrest, and many honders, me and my new bitch, oh shit that's yo babymoma
I don't wanna hear it, nigga save the drama
What's wrong with you, let her do what she wannaa
[Chorus: x2]
Aye homie what's wrong with you
That bitch don't belong to you [x2]
Bet she don't go home with you
She already feeling me
I'm a get her on the two
Later on she gonna whatever I want her to
Yo bitch done got toss around, left her in the lost and found
Heard that she was feelin me, then you started talkin down
That just made it easier, that it make her curious
She said you don't give her space and me I don't give a fuck
She on the two, bitch told me everything she goin threw
She goin to, goin to, details you wouldn't know was true
Let's just say we have an understanding, I can't withhold the truth
She gets on dro, and lose it and puts head on the whole crew, damn
That bitch played it cold, she just wanna stay though
And fuck with some real niggas, and she know anything go
Why you think we call em hoes, cause they hoes
Don't cry mama, he'll be back, we're gon' be alright...
Man, I miss my brother, I swear to god, I'm still mad at myself that I couldn't take the charge, I remember like yesterday, phone ringing up off the hook, pandemonium in the north, what happened to juk? shhhhhit, I don't know, guess the same old bullshit, Fed's said DP got caught with half a brick, that damn near stopped my heart, cause me and knowing my brother I'm thinking this shit hard, but luckilly it was soft and fortunately he was straight, we're findin' to take it to trial, but went on sign for eight, mama we're gon' be straight, li'l sister we're gon' be cool, I know that my brother strong, so I did what I had to do
[Chorus:]
Mama we're gon' be aiiiiight,
He gon' be okay,
Shit, I didn't know but I was walkin' on faith,
Li'l sister we're gon' be aiiight, he gon' be okay,
Got me a brick and started moving that weight
His sister taking it bad, mama trying to be strong, couple calendar years, I never shedded a tear, wrote him a couple letters to tell him I'm doin' better, told him I took his Chevy and put the shit back together, told him I'm gettin' money, I counted a hundred g's, told me to slow it down, play the shit low-key, told me to make it happen, focus more on rappin', cause fuckin' round in these streets that anything can happen, told me I had heart, plus he knew I was smart, the only thing that'd break his heart is if I fuck around and catch a charge, told me to watch my sister and never let mama suffer, and do what I had to do to overcome the struggles
[Chorus x2]
Finally made parol, they think he gon' change his life, I axed him what he gon' do, he said he's gon' walk light, it wasn't a year later, he smokin' behind tint, half an ounce of the reddy rock, mane they got his ass again, judge gave him a bond, now he out on the run with that fuck the world attitude, still totin' a gun, still havin' his fun, we clubbin' it on the weekend, had conversations bout going to turn himself in, wanted to raise his son, gon' get the shit behind him, plus he knew it's only so long before they find him, lawyer was talking good, say he gon' get three, when the prosecuter quit yellin' they gave my brother eleven, my mama damn near fainter, my brother didn't want to accept it, the hardest part for me, I couldn't do nothing to help it, rap shit paid off, now we all on tv, my brother say he good, he finally feel free
[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I
Just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
Right here right now back seat
And we ain't gotta make it to the suite and I'mma go strong
And I'mma hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to
Put dat ass to sleep and have ya like
[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
I'mma put dat ass to sleep
[Verse 1:]
break it down to the beat then back it up (ok)
red bone super thick super tatted up (ok)
last dude super lame shawty had enough (ok)
gotti world super real cant get enough (ok)
wanna see you smile (ok)
change yo life around (ok) baby daddy gone (pruu) ice up the child (ok)
neva wont fa nothin (nothin)
neva need fa shit (ok)
cause I'mma real nigga and you a real bitch and I take you there clothes on clothes off 45 minutes straight zone dose off close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on
close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
Right here right now back seat
And we ain't gotta make it to the suite and I'mma go strong
And I'mma hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to put dat ass to sleep and have ya like
[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I'mma put dat ass to sleep)
[Verse 2:]
I like it in da kitchen cuz dat my favorite spot she want it in da porshe cuz dat her favorite car she got me tryin things dat doin do 2day but I can make it valentine 4 a year str8 got her pregnant I know it ain't your birthday 30 minutes back seat on your lunch break I make yo legs shh shake like a earthquake (booom) you get yours I get mines now we both straight he put his hand on (WHO) you he must be insecure I drop them bands on you I like 2 volunteer (BEEP) close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on
[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I'mma put dat ass to sleep)
L-o-v-e I love ya theres not a thing I won't do fa ya we can last forever you and me you have everything I want you are all I need
[Verse 3:]
We like Tiny and Tip, maybe Puffy and Kim, Michelle and Obama, maybe Jada and will we like Hova and B, maybe Hillary, Bill we can be who eva we wanna shawty long as we real
[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
[Chorus: {Ciara}]
L-o-v-e I love ya theres not a thing I won't do fa ya we can last forever you and me you got everything I want you are all I need {La La La La La La Lah}
got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like) {La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
Tuesday night, I was laid up in the bed
Tired as hell, I'm hearing voices in my head
Heard some knocks, grabbed my tone, ran to the doe (door)
Screamed, "Who is it?", but i ain't hear that shit no mo'
Cocked my nine
I went to peekin' out the blinds
Thought it was fine
But at a unexpected time
The doe (door) flew in, I got a two-story home
Seen 'em comin' wit they face masks on
Bust the choppers, down the stairs, they hit the cut
Two of them got away, but the other two got stuck
Hit 'em again
One in the neck, one in the chin
Then called the Law and said I did they ass in
[Hook:]
OK, you wanna play
You say you know where I stay?
Well, come today
Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya
I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it
You bitch you
OK, you wanna play
You say you know where I stay?
Well, come today
Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya
I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it
You bitch you
Say whodie, you won't believe what happened to me
A nigga all in my spot, and he askin' for me
See I wouldn't at the spot, but my broad was there
When she hit me on the phone, it's niggas in there
They knocked me off for a bird and my platinum chain
Them niggas from round there, they just doin' they thang
I respect the game
But they got to respect it, I aint no hoe ass nigga
I'm gone take car my business
Next day, broad-daylight, rode the track
The first nigga looked suspicious had to get in the back
[Talking]
Bitch, we ain't straight no mo'
Hoe we used to have fun, we don't play no mo'
Them niggas that you run wit, they kicked in my doe
So I'm gone shoot you in yo face if you don't cough up that dope, bitch
[Hook]
This situation is a cold thang
I got to explain
Cause nigga this a cold game
I was keeping my pounds at a spot in Raleigh
But I was moving them thangs, like they was hot tamales
Well, hot tamales, I played the cards I was dealt
Because I knew befo' long that they'll hang they self
I ain't no fool
Nigga that's why I play it cool
I know the shit you will and won't try to do
But what you came in wit, that's what you left wit (AHH HAA)
Because I'm three steps ahead, it's like you brainless
I been fuckin' wit money, I been having birds
I disassociated my self from bad nerves
Cause once you under pressure, you'll bust trick
And you the type of nigga that I can't trust bitch
And the nigga that went, you just a send-out
I tried to kill yo hoe ass, but you went out, the window, bitch
[Chorus: x2]
I got them choppas you understand
Fuckin' around with us we burn ya block up you understand
Fuck what cha' heard got them birds you understand
Coming shawt with us yeen scared you understand
[Verse 1]
Your broad I done banged her
Weighing game then trained her
With the block burners the ones that's bringing flames up
I be in the north cuzz
Chillin' with my squad cuzz
Laughing at these weak ass niggaz swearin' that he hard cuzz
What the fuck you know about, niggaz with them extra clips
Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm making niggaz flip
23's got it, big bodies I got it nigga
Whole thang got it, gotti he been had it
Rolling with them niggaz, them damn fools from Watkins
Shit start poppin', bitches start joggin'
Niggaz start flaugin, rumors got out gotti start mobbing and robbing
Cause he on Galling regardless the circumstance
Ain't be starving' like marvin of any man
So now my target is Ridgecrest with working hands
I'm posted up with double ups to do a gotti and
You understand
[Chorus]
I move bricks like a constructor
Famous like Paul Brooker
Grew up around hustlahs with M plants and coca
Gotti get them birds and pass 'em to T sticks
I could cut where they store and then provide bricks
Transport and ??? half way on see some green
Youse a fiend bout to dream want some ching yaa mean
Stillman got the ready rocks what you possed to be a cop
Tell em' I got them 100 proof that's taped up and watt block
Carousel my issue I got's to get richer
I ain't cockin' out until I get me some millions
All day my phone ring I got cone like ice cream
Product 24 hours dawg consumers call me Wal-greens
More blocks than gun shots
Ammo like Rambo
On the block posted up, like Shaq I'm gone score
Like Pringles my chips stacked
What you want a nigga got?
Coming shawt with us if yeen scared man holla back
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm the same young nigga since elementary
And I didn't go then neither, it ain't no game with me
If you ain't breaking bread, you ain't no friend to me
So cut to brush it out, you ain't no ken to me
I got them whole thangs, hand caught 4 in the split
I'm straight from the north
So they assume that I'm straight with this shit
I'm straight with my clique, but otherwise these niggaz be scared
I'm 5 foot 5 they talkin' bout some shit they done heard
Come on dawg big ole you and lil' me
Don't mean shit cause if you slip it's O.V
But that's beef fuck all that what cha' need
I got trees and I bricks for chee cheese
Fuck wit yo boy I turn around and fuck wit you back
You shot a few times I turn around and front you your pack
You keep it real together nigga we can make mils
Don't be scared just hustle up and get the shit how you live
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image Nigga But You Know You Aint Gangsta(Gangsta)
You Can Fool Yaself Nigga But The Fact Still Remains You Niggas Just Aint Gangsta(Gangsta)
[Chorus:]
You Got Ya Braids To The Back(You Gangsta Rite)
Sold Ya Rags Get Some Tags(You Gangsta Rite)
So You Roll Wit A Clique(You Gangsta Rite)
Claim You Dont Date No Shit(You Gangsta Rite)
I See You Got Ya Golds In Ya Mouth(You Gangsta Rite)
But Them Niggas Shot Up Ya House(You Gangsta Rite)
I Know You Aint Gonna Go Like That(Cuz You Gangsta Rite)
You Gangsta Rite(Rite), You Gangsta Rite(Rite) You Gangsta Get Real.
All You Animated Put Togther Popeye Thugs Need To Hit Cha Spend It Fo Ya Try To Step To Me Cuz
Aint Yosamite Sam Nor Elmer Fud
Got A Mold Bird Pump And It Filled With Slugs
Hit Ya Hunni In Tha Mouth
You Ran Thats How Tha Cookie Crumble
Damn Im Too Fast You Remind Me Of The Warner Brothers
You Aint Gon Kill Nutthin Or Let Nutthin Die
Be Tha First To Testify To Tha Lbi
Yo Gotti Got Guns We Aint Seen Before
Ar 15's Red Beams And Scopes
Ya Moms House Got Sprayed
And Ya Mans Got Hit
You Was All On A Dinner Date Trickin To A Bitch
[Chorus]
Yeen Shot Nobody
Yeen Sold No O's
Yeen Been On A Mission
Kicked Down No Doors
Yeen Pimped No Bitches
Yeen With No Riches
Yeen Cut A Nigga Head Made Em Go Get Stiches
Yeen Bout Yo Skrilla
And You Sho Aint A Boss
You Aint Help Young Niggas
You Cant Seen No Cross
You With Ya Ho Romantic
I Make Ya Petty
Im Tha Mild Cold Deala Like Shootin That Cannon
And Ya Bitch Can Get It To
So Get A Taft None
Gangsta Why Tha Fuck You Run Wit A Gun
Real Niggas Dont Press Charges
What Tha Fuck You Doin
You On Tha Stand Pointin Fingers At Peliminary Hear
Me Vs The State And You Was The Victim
Thought You Said You Was A Solja
You Runnin With Killas
Yeah Tha Truth Hurts Nigga
But Im More Than Bullets
I Make A Bun Get A Gun
Run Up On You And Pull It
[Chorus]
You Niggas Square As A Pool Table
And Twice As Green
Type Of Nigga Take All His Work And Front It To Fiends
Real Gangstas Get Money
And They Call Tha Shots
Got Block Burnas That Dont Rap
I Can Get You Shot
And Then Niggas Tryna Get Tha Don's Killed
Thats Why I Neva Leave Tha House With Out My Heata Consealed
I Got One In Tha Cham When I Jump In Tha Range
Keep My Hand On Tha Trigga
I Blow Out Ya Brains
Leave Tha Club Switchin Lanes
Half A Life Doin A Hundred
Tryna Catch This Cred Dummy That Wont Pay Me My Money
Im From North Memphis Nigga We Dont Play That Shit
You Threw Ya Door Fenders And Windas
And Kill That Bitch
Turn on the lights, I'm looking for
Girl of my dreams, I'm looking for
I'm looking for, running around the streets, I'm looking for
They say she is cruel, she don't force to be your be your girl
But if I really like her dog, who cares what she was?
I think it don't matter, she the girl of my dreams
She a bad bitch and I just want her on my team
Turn on the lights, I'm looking for
Man, I'm in the club when I'm looking for
Cut off the lights.
If you wanna meet the rich, you got to see the pict
You can't get dollars forever, girl, you got to fuck a real nigga
Hope you see the shit that I see in my eyes when I see them
Hope you think the shit that I think in my mind and be them.
Turn on the lights, I'm looking for
I'll eat that pussy good and they're tricking for
I heard she got a plane, that she's a dancer on the side,
And when she get her money right she put me to the side.
Turn on the lights, I'm looking for, I'm looking for
I'm looking for, turn on the lights
I'm looking for, I'm looking for.
Say hello to baby momma, she will never give me drama,
In my phone I found her number, I will fuck her number one
Say I'm sorry for this shit I put you through,
But I'm a street nigga, what the fuck I'm for to do?
And when I'm 'bout that close side when they bought you want 'em too
So you can kill them bitches every time you pull up to
Turn on the lights, that club bad, that bitch is back,
And I see some ready way in the back, back.
She say she a fan, and if she fuck me, she a groupie,
I say no you're not, girl, that shit sound stupid.
Turn on the lights, I'm looking for,
I'm million miles away, I send a ticket for
Sex on the beach, Miami for,
The way she make that noise I've got a Grammy for
Say she a down b, a homie down b,
Super fly chick, a ride or die bitch,
And I just wanna say I'm happy that you are my bitch
I'll never be ashamed, so you can quit that shy shit.
And turn on the lights, I'm looking for,
I'll eat that pussy good and they're dipping for
I heard she got a plane, she's a dancer on the side
And when she get her money right she put me to the side.
Turn on the lights, I'm looking for, I'm looking for,
I'm looking for,
Turn on the lights, I'm looking for, I'm looking for,
Tupac back and we are like the outlaws
Had to call my label tell them I need an out...
Back to my trust spot fuck it I have been hot
Pussy saying rapper has been with me I think not
I got two twins... two twins in my free spot
Trouble put... right back... tupac back
He never leave cause money... ride in my hood how about you
Cause haters I have been spot bitches they have been ran
Fuck one pussy niggers I know that they have been fucked
Tupac back fuck it he never leave bitch
I am still on my outlaws and I am still on my dog shit
Still on my drug shit... don't wanna shake my hand
Cause you know there is no love bitch
And double y a nigger with an attitude... I think I should check the attitude
Tupac back... got on top of my lamborghini took off like and astronaut
Fuck it I beg you not own it... I am talking paper... you fail or not
Tupac back... and I remember cutting that bitch... they get your phone and maybe
... maybe your face on the ground
Maybe they will empty your pockets and get your bitch for a round
Aye you know im cocaine crazy right?
These niggas go
White dis, white dat
(Quit fucking with me, white everything)
A lil bitch i fuck with talk bout she want white cat
You know dis my city right?
(Hoe you crazy)
Pussy ass nigga
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good
Niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood
You know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint fuck wit em
Same nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah...
When i get off the road I shoot back to my town
New whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down
Own family hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a nigga was doin bad,
But momma got a smile, brother still wild, i gotta get this money i just had another child,
They say im gettin fat, guess im eatin good
20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
My city rootin for me, the club owners mad
Cause i wont come to kick it for under 25 bands
And u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans
See u aint a real nigga so dats sumthin u wouldnt understand
But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans
I would of been clicked on u bitches and doin a quarter off n da can
But imma keep on grindin, keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand
Imma kill u bitches softly every time i ride pass
What da fuck make u wanna beef wit me like u street as me
Running round here talking down bitch u aint use to be wit me
Bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me, bitch u aint use to eat wit me
Bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street
Yo fuck ass aint no real g, tell me where dey do dat at
Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set
Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats cool
But dont fuck around and let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper and mo bigger
And whenever im in town bitch im rite here on shady vista
My jewelry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol
Aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn
My lil niggas got mo paper, my lil niggas dont even rap, bitch
Runnin round talk bout u got signed, bitch u still livin in da trap!
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
You went and bought that bitch
Flossed that bitch
But you lost that bitch
Cuz we tossed that bitch
Bought that bitch
Flossed that bitch
But you lost that bitch
Cuz we tossed that bitch, what
[Hook:]
Toss that hoe
Toss that bitch
[x3]
I can't believe all y'all niggas out here buyin these hoes
Need to imitate Gotti start lyin to these hoes
Tossin these hoes
Never ever flossin these hoes
You know how it go
Two thangs I ain't seen befo' (before)
A UFO and a hoe that will not go
Cuz after the show
I'm tossin up 3 bitches or mo' (more)
You know how I roll
Wit the whole firm in this bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll through in a Regal
Lookin like "Leave It To Beaver"
Talkin about some mo shit about yo senorita
You know I'm fuckin nigga's hoes whenever I can
Ain't gon hide it
Gon provide it
Bring this shit to the fan
You see what I'm sayin'?
They say that I'm a dog and all
I'm up to no good
They say I'm fuckin all the broads but really I'm not
I just got my name too hot
Tossed too many hoes wit niggas that talk a lot
[Hook]
I don't support these bitches
I go to court on bitches
Get a resrtainin' order so they can keep they distance
Can't adapt to thes bitches
Try not to slap these bitches
Don't wanna hit these bitches
I just want cap from these bitches
I ain't got time for bitches
Mind ain't made for bitches
Askin God to keep Gotti away from these bitches
These hoes stare too much
These hoes care too much
These hoes get in the mirror and comb they hair too much
These hoes thin they slick
These hoes'll fuck yo friend
Break bad, make up, then do it again
These hoes ain't got no feelin's
Hoes prayin' for chillin's (children)
By a young balla nigga that they think got millions
These hoes eat too much
These hoes sleep too much
These hoes complain too much
These hoes change too much
I got this bitch at my crib
All the bitch do is bitch
This hoe is outta her mind
She ain't got shit on shit
First it was cool to kick it
Now the hoe gettin evicted
"Get the fuck out my house, and take this burnt ass chicken!"
I said ain't shit main
Bout a bitch but her name
I can promise you that I hate my hoes the same, what
[Bossy Lady]
You love that nigga
I love his cash
I dun hit the boy stash
He ain't even get no ass
You love that nigga
I love his cash
I dun hit the boy stash
He ain't even get no ass, what
Break that trick
Charge that bitch
[x3]
I'm a priceless bitch
I'm rockin ice and shit
Breakin bad on niggas before it's time to hit
Get they cheese then I vamp
Leave these niggas stressed out
And can't wait til they run up on me wit they chest stuck out
"You wanna fight or sumthin'? That's what I want you to do
So I can call up Gotti 'nem to blast yo' crew"
You think you tossin these hoes dawg, but really you not
You niggas payin what you weighin' peelin off the knot
You got a thug bitch fucked off deep in the game
Gimme ten G's if you wanna toss me, mane
Don't try to get no playa points off usin my name
When you ain't tell em how you used the whipped cream on me, mane
Now this bitch constantly talkin' bout her nigga the shit
Now I dun asked this hoe a question:
What you want for a brick?
Now what you know abouy transportin' bricks for thugs?
"Shit."
I thought not cuz you fuck wit scrubs
You wit that faithful shit
That relationship
I'm tryin' to break a trick
Vacate wit all his chips
If he got a woman then disregard that shit
Cuz yo' main obstacle is to charge that trick
[Bossy Lady] Break that trick
[Yo Gotti] Toss that bitch
[x3]
Chorus- This that club shhit straight thhug shit, This that beat a nigga ass in the club shit. Jays laced up Gam faced up. Bang Bang Nigga Nigga Throw Ya Sets Up. Bang Bang Bang Throw ya sets up. Bang Bang Bang throw ya sets up. Throw ya sets up. Throw ya Sets up. Throw ta ses up.
Verse- Yo Gotti: Bang Bang Click Clack Bow B08. North Memphis memphis Nigga. I do This everyday. You Seen fist 48? Pussy nigga had a choppa got killed with a 38. Everday everyhood in my cuty throwing up signs. These young niggas crazy. They lost they muthafuckin mind. White bandana we paly nun but games.20 yale club baking soda thang. Aint throwing money i make it rain. Carbon 15's thats hella caine. Say we young and dumb we'n got it all. gotta lot of beef but we kill em all. body piling up blame it on my dogs. Lota money Lota buns i'll make em all. blue and white jays. white and red chain. you bout that gangsta shit well im bou the same thang.
Chrouus
[Hook:]
Um huh ooooo nananna they don't want it with us
[Yo Gotti:]
Record label who nigga I do my own thang cocaine 5 nigga I'm in my own lane running round with shooters young niggas they insane I&e; the mob nigga I got my own gang bigga bigga rankin you betta tell these niggas work in the u-haul respect down in Duval 100 clips 100 bricks before I ever knew yal walking through your hood like what up what it do dawg fake ass trappers phoney ass rappers nigga say anything to sell they lil albums choppers on the tour bus feds trying to grab them phantom in the drive way still ain't dropped a album
[Hook:]
Um huh ooooo nananna they don't want it with us
[Zed Zilla:]
Yea they might puff dro and yea they might fuck hoes a yo all I know they want it with us I'm talking bout every where I go I got choppers in 4-4s first sucker even looking like he want it I bust I'm mister z.e.d I'm just southside coasting plenty syrup plenty dro now I'm in slow motion shooting hit your head stomach leg all in one motion for the he said she said causing that commotion when you take your shirt off when them crips thanking you locing when they get them bullets out you doctor c-section you open all my niggas straight killas like the illa we be smoking so if I nigga fucking with us in the river he be floating... zilla
[Hook:]
Um huh ooooo nananna they don't want it with us
[Starlito:]
[Intro:]
It's been a long time cumin n
A lot of dope run-in
Hustling tryna dodge des cases
You niggas been telling n
Da streets been beggin
So I had to go back 2 Da basics (INE)
[Verse 1:]
Dis the entry to my life
Entry to my world
Ridgecrest apartments movin dat white gur
Posted up on da corner
Movin dat marijuana
Glock found on my hip
Hollin out u don't want it
My glock stay cocked
Rocks n a match box
Head guardin on lock
I'm a go get her
A nigga raided yo spot
Confiscated yo block
N he didn't get shot
You a hoe nigga
N I remember u do u remember me
8th grade leavin skool
Walkin up (dats wats up)
Ten tops on dat Z
I was passin ya
Fishscales swerving with yo bitch on da passenger side
Shawty let's ride
Rims still spinnin so shawty let's glide
She askin me why I don't get high
Cause bitch I make 50 off a 3 point 5 (n dats wats up)
[Chorus:]
You see me nigga say wats up
Wanta be me nigga dats wats up
Bout yo dollar, pop yo collar den u holla dats wats up
See me shawty say wats up
Well fuck me shawty dats wats up dats wats up
[Verse 2:]
Wat up Coo
Wat up Juke
Wat up Grandma a
Wat up Mama a
Wat up haterz a
Wat up hustlerz
Wat up Reall niggas
Wat up busterz a
Wat up snitches
Look at dem bitches
Wat up stunna thanx 4 dem six digits (fo sho)
Wat up ball
Wat up G
Wat up memphis tenna fuckin key (wats hapenin)
Wat up three six
Kno u'll like me (well fuck ya)
Wat up Feds don't incite me (well fuck ya)
Wat up TVT cut dat check pimp
Wat up cash money dats how it is slim
Wat up allstar
Wat up Melrose
Wat up chat
Wat up try
Wat up V slash
Wat up Columbian
Wat up Mexicans
Cause on da real yawl got a nigga ass in
[Chorus:]
You see me nigga say wats up
Wanta be me nigga dats wats up
Bout yo dollar, pop yo collar den u holla dats wats up
See me shawty say wats up
Well fuck me shawty dats wats up dats wats up
[Verse 3:]
Wat up Ballin watch
I paided da brick fo u
Wat up grill
On da real u buy da chicken too
Wat up crack house
Wat up dope fein
Wat up purple dro
Wat up cod dean
Wat up trap season
Baby u da reason
Charge nigga 30 fo birds n don it easy
So fishscale so oil bay
Wat up street tune
Wat up yung fay
Wat up C dollin
It's a gangsta party
Wat up TVT
U fuckin with a gangsta artist
Wat up grip
Let'em I ain't got to budget (nope)
Quarter million out da pocket said promotion fuck it
Wat up trap niggas
Scraping up dat dirty change
Wat up rap niggas dis industry a dirty game
Recouped yo advance take it rub it and publish it
Put u on TV and leave u out there with nuthin
Not me
[Bridge:]
Long time cumin n
A lot of dope run-in
Hustling tryna dodge des cases
You niggas been telling n
Da streets been beggin
So I had to go back 2 Da basics
[Outro:]
Gotti dis yo boy Yo Gotti
INE nigga I said it's INE
Yeah N I remember u do u remember me
N I remember u do u remember me
Dis yo boy Yo Gotti
[Intro:]
...yea this some personal shit here nigga!
I'ma take it there...
[Hook:]
You can kiss her, You can hug her
You can tell her that you love her to her face bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
You can lick her, You can stick her
You can give it to her right all nite bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
You can like her you can wife her
You can get married and fight her all nite bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm the same nigga off tha chain nigga
I get's paid to giving game to lame niggaz
I learned early way back in my younger days
Following my heart I fell in love at seventh grade
Late nite on the phone quality time king
Malco movie screens she was my queen
We was everything and I was so faithful
Fucked my homeboys and that was so hateful
I thought taped her
In denial and didn't wanna believe in the truth
man but they taped her
Made me strong so I can live with that
So I gotta thank that Andrea for that
[Hook]
[Verse2: Yo Gotti]
How many real niggaz can stand up and tell the truth
Lay it all on the line when they step in the booth
Not that many pimpin' close to any pimpin'
That boy Gotti a fool that's why I'm winning pimpin'
Nineteen-nintey-six I was moving bricks
Opened my heart back up and got another bitch
I changed that hoe life I copped that hoe ice
I showed that hoe wrong I taught that hoe right
And she was ride or die I seen her smile and cry
I sent that hoe to school I made her work nine to five
They kicked my door in they shot my bitch up
The cut my whole head they stole my white stuff
But she was still there cause she did not care
She's a soulja man she was so real
I asked her one day do you know dude there
She said hell naw man she said she swear
poseda been out of town I popped up in my home
Man it' was going down
And I ain't no damn fool
And it was clear to see she was fuckin the enemy
She made me strong and cold-hearted for that
Man I gotta thank Ranarda for that
If I should die for our way
I pray the streets my world to take
Divide…
Getting my jewellery to the most respected
My .. give my guns to the gunners
You don't say it!
Chorus:
Cocaine dose, fish.. vicious
Pray the Lord for giving niggers, street is my religion
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear who the niggers praying amen
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
My testimony, my testimony
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear hood niggers praying amen
I'm a different type of niggers, I'm on a different shit
Every day I wake up, I want a different bitch
I want the world playing, I want the kido
Talking real so big they can't feel ….
..a different one…
For.. bitch, another name!
Got confession to make, you all look the same
No .. and looking, ought to be ashamed!
Say the rap game change a lot of niggers stress
But between you an me, nigger is a bliss
fake niggers come up, real niggers suffer
.. that's why I don't trust him!
In my testimony, I … the truth to see
Hoping the Lord forgive a nigger, street is my religion
Then can't I get an amen…
Chorus:
Cocaine dose, fish.. vicious
Pray the Lord for giving niggers, street is my religion
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear who the niggers praying amen
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
My testimony, my testimony
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear hood niggers praying amen
In my hood, playing it right
Where do I shoot, where do I hit?
Five hundred ..and it did my life
OG, OT I don't shit… but the money…
..then it ain't my guy
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…
Anything else, way to high
Gucci knew this… way too fly
way to high, need to come down
Need a…
Don't know me, don't know you
…my hood, so don't come around.
I'mma tell you like a nigger told me
..might be OG
That being said, that being told
That's the first nigger in front of me,a whole key
..put it in my hand, cause he know I wanna plan…
..he had to shoot me…
My testimony, my testimony, my testimony!
My testimony, my testimony, my testimony!
Yeah, I hear… inside the kitchen saying…
..why took 'em bitches…
..full of money.. but I kept the chopper…
..cha cha cha ain't no stopping me!
acting crazy, yes I am, nobody need to pray for me
.. I know they got a place for me…
You know how these game goes
[Lil Jon:]
Pay a motherfuckn atention;
Biach
[Yo Gotti: Talking]
Yea, gotti talk to um, nigga we here
I need to talk to um, I need to talk to um, it been a long time coming homie;
Chopper talk to um, chopper talk to um
(Yea)ah let me talk to um;
(Yea).ah let me talk to um,
Gotti talk to um;
Gotti talk to um;
This here for my street niggas;
(Just let me talk to um)
My hood bitches
(Ah gotti talk to um, ah gotti talk to um)
You already know what it is homie
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Back on the block, fresh up out the court room
Fitted hat all black, nun but goons;
Yelling free my nigga d.j. drama don cannon;
Let stop a second, I need a undastanding
First I sale birds, then I switched to words,
You want to lock me for that you got the fuckn nerve, oh main, I guess they ain't playn fair, so I'm going back to the basics and I ain't playn fair
[Verse 2:]
My last album dropped and you might think I flopped, cause you didn't see me on bet and mtv main;
Ridin in that drop and bet I got mo money than some of them nigga that's on bet and mtv main;
Gooti tell the truth, so if a nigga don't know;
I'm teel how I made a million or mo;
I get 75 hundred, friday saturday and sunday;
That's twenty two five a weekend I'm gettn money
Just me my nigga star and my new nigga platinum;
Ain't no secert I'm gone slang if I don't make it rapping;
Big ole rankin what's happen, young cash what's good;
When I come to duvole shoot me straight to the hood;
Tell plies throw me a bad bitch, I'm gone need ha, and after a nigga fuck ha, damn right I'll feed ha;
MJ dem my people, 8ball you trill, three 6 I don't fuck with them, that's just how it is; no publicity stunt, that's just how it is, main them niggas doing they thing, but them niggas ain't real, somebody talk to um, for I make that chopper talk to um
[Verse 3:]
I'm from watkins and brown, thuggin in da crest, now I'm with dj khaled, hollin we da best;
Featuring: Gucci Mane, Sean Garrett
(Intro Music Playing and Gotti humming)
*Laugh*
Ay, you know what time it is nigga
Aw yeah, it's cookin' time homeboy
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
Verse 1
I got 36 ounces
Fish Scale Entree
Newspaper on the floor
I break it down bag it up
Hit the hood sew it up
Hit the kitchen blow it up
18 wheelers full of bricks
The feds Say they know what's up
I'm a keep it swaggin
Till the day they come and lock me up
Basically I don't give a fuck
Go ahead try your luck
Prices kinda high
So you get pass you or you can muscled up
City kinda dry so this the time for you to hustle up
Baking soda beaken cup stretch it out whip it up
2 to 4, 4 to 8 I can make it double up
Glock 40 hush em up
If a nigga rushin up
Ak47 banana clip bitch I'll torch em up
Chorus
I was standing in the kitchen
Over that stove just water whippin'
Mixin soda with the yoda
Bet I can show you how to get some overs
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da (I'm yo gotti)
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
Verse 2
I'm a dumb boy plenty yam
125 Gram for twenty seven fifty all day Nigga here I am
Wanna get the whole quarter I'll charge you a nickel flat
Let you roll the whole up you gotta bring a nickel back
Gotti came a long way for selling nigga nickel sacks
On the track rich cred 15 dollar powder bags
If you a loyal soldier then I mite front you the whole thing
First I need to know where your mama stay and what's your whole name
Niggas catchin cases coppin pleases givin long names
Fuckin up the whole thing yeh it's a cold game
Niggas scared to shop in north Memphis cause they mite get robbed
Front a nigga from the north shit he gone pay them off
Chorus
I was standing in the kitchen
Over that stove just water whippin'
Mixin soda with the yoda
Bet I can show you how to get some overs
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da (I'm yo gotti)
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da
[Verse 1:]
I get... momma, she's fucked up,
It's no playing for you doll, keep your head up!
I just come to the city, young niggas still witty
So this summer it's gonna be a killing.
Plus I got the feeling some pussy ass rappers gonna try to play me,
And the record label might not try to pay me.
But fuck it, I'm a spazz out, spazz out,
I think I'm a spazz out, spazz out!
[Verse 2:]
I just talked to my homie, said he ain't assed out
He got a chopper, and I know he's about to spazz out.
Let me put it... broke the grass out,
I'm going green on them hoes my block a cash cow
I put 'em whine up, drop 'em black and broke 'em...
These niggers still talking ignas I'm a crash out!
I'm about to crash out, I'm about to crash out!
A brand new beamer, a brand new phone and nigga crashed out
And if I had to shoot a nigga, I'm just gon bail out,
Kck up my feet, watch bet and kush my self out
I never said a lot, labels say I held out
Cause I'm made 80k/week don't give a hell about!
The realest nigga walking my shows gon sell out
I'm talking chickens bitch, let's break the scale out
I'm about to spazz out, spazz out,
I think I'm a spazz out, spazz out!
[Verse 3:]
I put my mind in this shit, grind in this shit, blood, sweat, and tears I put my time in this shit! Niggas took the easy route, I had to climb in this shit. From Cocaine Muzik 1 to Cocaine Muzik number 6!
I'm a spazz out, spazz out,
Fuck it, I'm a spazz out, spazz out!
And this that cocaine muzik forget I'm about to lose it,
Mac 19 extended clips niggas gon make me use it
I'm a beat that pussy up bitch, I'll throw my balls in...
Spank that ass... cocaine muzik
[Verse 4:]
Hold on, stop the beat, cut me up
Make sure niggas hear me clearly
This is my appectance speech!
I'm the gangsta of the year
Thanks the soda, thanks the kitchen
Thanks the... that show me love
Thanks the trap before I leave the stage, I must salute the plug
Thank the streets, thank every nigga that ever doubted me...
Thanks to beef kept me on my toes like I 'oughta be
Look at me balling now, right where I'm supposed to be,
Feds won't trap a nigga, hit me with conspiracy
Fuck it, do your job then
Broke, I'm a rob then
I need organized crime, we're a mob, then!
Bring the streets back like some hard then
This shit is real life, so I'm a put my heart in!
Gangsta of the year
Realest nigga of all time
Streets cast ya votes
It's nomination time
I'm Yo Gotti!
[Chorus]
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b*tch is sold out (4x)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This b*tch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 1]
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherf*cker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.
Lined up outside they said this motherf*cker sold out,
Word on the count they said that motherf*cker showed out.
He aint had the platinum on, but girl he broke the gold out
DJ played that gangsta sh*t, the waitress brought the rolls out.
Dope boy fresh, yeah they brought some 24's out
Them hatas stayed at home, but I bet I brought their ho*s out.
HAHAHA yeah I said I brought their ho*s out
Before I leave their city man, I'm burning up their ho*s mouths.
[Chorus]
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b*tch is sold out (4x)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This b*tch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 2]
50 dollar hat, hundred on the chain
Thousand dollar jeans, I come to do my thing.
50 on the wanch, twanky on the ring,
Bass hitting hard, club off the chain.
Fire marshall tripping, they want to shut us down
Laws raid the club, they try to shake us down.
Helicopter high, we ain't coming down
You ain't smokin these, this sh*t from out of town.
Goons on stage, security in the crowd
B*tches pull my shirt, plus they want my towels.
They say you cool as hell, and you ain't hollywood
I say I'm real as hell, because I come from the hood.
[Chorus]
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b*tch is sold out (4x)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This b*tch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 3]
Wanna book a show, tell me when and where
A half a brick - could be a dro, I'll meet you there.
Hotel exclusive, ni*gas be playing games
With all that monkey sh*t, I'm knocking out your brains.
I'm a hood ni*ga, dog I know the game
Ni*ga want my watch, ni*ga want my chain.
Catch me in your city, walkin through the mall
And I ain't in your city, if I ain't strapped dog.
I'm a bad b*tch, I picked through them all
But I ain't f*cking nothing, if I ain't strapped dog.
Ni*ga started fighting, f*cked up the night
Yeah it's been a ball, but I gotta catch a flight.
[Chorus]
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b*tch is sold out (x4)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
[Hook]
Denial, finally my turn
So if you play wit fire you know you gone get burned
My life is in denial, finally my turn
So if you play wit fire, you know you gone get burned
I'm a pimp slash poet slash slash hustler
Pimp slash poet slash slash hustler
Pimp slash poet slash slash hustler
Slash playa hater killer, don't fuck wit busters
[Yo Gotti]
I got work slash yirk slash slash green
Slash hot heaters and them other felomies
Wanna feel better like the colors in yo sweater
Hit me on the hill I get pills and etc.
X slash V slash slash D
Slash Viagra for your high performance needs
Boy and that girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out where I'm from
Makin' Easy Money Pimpin' Hoes In Style slash
Twenty inch wheels and I'm straight from the south slash
Home slash chrome slash doing my thang
Cause it's I slash E slash out the frame
[Hook]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm a real ass nigga, trill ass nigga
Play me if you wanna, you'll get killed fast nigga
I&E; for life, Gotti thinkin' twice
Just like a atheist believing in Christ
Never havin' slash, been stackin' slash
Reliable, viable, worth more than cash
Street sense slash
Book sense slash
Young kid slash
Wit six figs slash
Ballerific slash, real gifted slash
Never drift away, I just pay attention slash
My shows be like whoa slash
At the doe (door) slash
Got a nigga poppin' Mo slash
Like a pro slash
Get wrong if you wanna slash
Bet I'm gonna slash
Hit yo block wit that K and wet it like Daytona slash
[Hook]
[T-Stit]
T slash Stit
No love for a bitch
Jiggalo slash lympho slash no trick
Paper-chaser slash block-burner slash
Dome-cracker wig-splitter nigga like a ass
I cook pork slash beef wit my P slash
And when I cap a nigga ass, they gone be sleep slash deceased
In deni slash ial slash slash title
Slash on fire, I'll blaze like a lighter
[Trizi]
I'm a block slash burner trill real youngster
Slash gettin' money, now can you count all these hundreds?
I'm slash artist, I'm so creative, I'm slash ink-smoker
Now can handle this dolja?
I'm slash thug nigga, I'm from the hood nigga
I'm slash head-busser, I'm slash playa nigga
I love to ride on chrome, pop Mo and shit
Hit the stage in a rage and rock shows and shit
[V-Dogg]
I be V slash D uh O G nigga slash
Just like a nigga, like I said befo' nigga
Puttin' it down wit my bru slash Y to the O G O T T I
Slash I&E; for life
Wanna know where I'm from I'm screamin HYDE PARK BITCH
Slash shawt (short) end bound slash G-Street bitch
And I'm down for them niggas like lil R, Dre and Petey
Big B.B J.D, and girlfriends
Single, single
Go go go go go
... up in the building
Single single single
I'm single for the night
I'm single, I'm single
Chorus:
Say I need a single so here we go
Nigga say... single 24
She ask me am I single I say damn right
Yeah she got a man for the night, she single for the night
Single single single single single
She single for the night
Single single signle single single signle
I'm single for the night
Got trapped homie say you wanna single
Hood nigga I'ma born I get pringles
I get paid in the club I don't come...
... in my own top gun in my blood put my own blood...
For the club don't play two shot strong.band carries my watch on
I'm single carries on my finger looking for a big bad b*tch like...
I am, she committed... let me hit it you can... a single dollar then you
Know you're with it
Chorus:
Say I need a single so here we go
Nigga say... single 24
She ask me am I single I say damn right
Yeah she got a man for the night, she single for the night
Single single single single single
She single for the night
Single single signle single single signle
I'm single for the night
Tell em that I'm single but I...
Top squares... white some night aires
Single horse on the... couple hundred...
Single pots... ain't no...
Yeah I'm married to the game what you know about it
Yeah I'm fly rich nigga action all about ti
For single in the split... real bottles
Yeah we're rockin like the...
Single don't born else stand on the couch middle finger to the...
I am like queen latifa... single bout me in the hood...
Hook:
Baby mama left a nigga, got another man
You work out and try to come back and geta second chance
Second chance, second chance
Yeah i love that ass to death but ain't no second chance
If i fucked off with your friend
Would i get a second chance?
Guess i fuck too many hoes i need a second chance
Second chance, second chance
Seh may love your ass to death btu aint no second chance
See bitches think there slick but then they act like niggas
Gon fuck off and then come back and act all sentimental
(bitch!)
Pack your bags get out my house you knw the bizz,
And you better not have no nigga round my fucking kids
See loyalty's a must and trust is all we have
And i'm a street nigga so you know the math
Don't put me in no shit cuz you know what i woll do
And if a nigga know my business i may have to kill you
Street code, freak home, fuck a bitch, anythign goes
I think i fuck too many hoes, its come on maybe
Finally got the one i like and she gon drive me crazy
[Hook:]
It goes once upon a time, i was on my grind
Yeah i fucked a couple hoes
Yeah she caught a nigga lying
Then i went out on the road,
Then she want to pay me back,
So she fucked another nigga,
When i get back i'ma kill her (damn)
Gave that hoe the world, she had my lil girl,
Got a nigga hot, put me on the spot (damn)
Guess that's what i get get
Nigga round my bitch bitch
One thing bout it though we never working out shit bitch
I guess i fuck too many hoes,
It's come on maybe
Finally got the one i like
And she gon drive me crazy
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty violating)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty been hating)
[Verse 1:]
There were two hoes, Yo Gotti, one couple hearin
Who be hollering look at that hoe fucking her friend
Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my collar, hit my boy and let these hoes fight
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Shawty got a right like she Laila Ali
Thats just my baby mama
And her best friend
Coming out they stilettos to do these hoes in
U fucked the wrong nigga
Caught the wrong bitch
Hit the wrong club, and got yo ass kicked
I fuck wit hood hoes
Them hoes stay jacking
Look at shawty weave
I'm like dammmmnnnn what happened
[Chorus: x2]
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Verse 2: Lil' Chat]
The hoe done fucked my baby daddy
Now the hoe is out here braggin'
When I see the hoe, through the door her ass Im gone be draggin'
Bitch I be ya mad
What you did hoe is nothing
But I gotta beat yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill they cousin
Talkin shit now I cant go
Throw dem thangs on dat hoe
See you buckin in da club before you know you on da floor
I be strapped like jab in the back
Beat dem killers thats gone attack
Hoe you know its gone be on when you talking about fucking off with Lil' Chat
Bust these bitches with a bottle
Naw I'll bust you with my popper
Hoe you really don't want no problem cuz my 38 will resolve them
Hoe you fresh straight out the mall
Brand new set, get staright, get dirt
Shit its gonna help you get blazed up cuz you'll get smoked just like some perk
I don't play no games with these bitches
Lil' Chat straight gone let you know
If you disrespect my gangsta
Imma staright up wup you hoe! (straight up wup you hoe)
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3:]
My main girl trippin', she think Im fucking off
Ask me 'bout some bitches, I had to play it off
Told me if she catch me then she gone cut a shine
Found a couple rubbers but I told her they weren't mine
She checked my phone, she watched my home, she searched my clothes
She asked me 'bout
Where I'm at and who I'm with
She tryna figure pimpin out
She cursed me out said I'm a dog
She sitting here crying and saying I'm wrong
Calling my phone all through the night and ask me when I'm coming home
Rule number 1, if shawty from the projects
Niggas takin' care of, you hoes better respect that
Nigga got her pregnant, you hoes better respect that
Where I'm from hoes get guns and leave hoes wet
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 1]
Down here Memphis no hanky panky
And we ride whips on twanky twanky's
Thugged out club scene dranky dranky
That cristy cristy til' we faint'n faint'n
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
And they run to the dance floor
All shape sizes from dime to zero
I'm not Captain Kurt or Captain Nero
I'm just trying to get you and your friend to G-O
Then I dream voices hit my ski-lo
T-shirt, head band, tech-marino
Old school throw back Memphis sho-bo
Lorenzo jersey to hide the 4-O
Shawty, Cree-o and she know Judo
She say she got some green that will send me to Pluto
Sorry mommy ya boy don't smizzo
But you can let your boy burn brain in the G-4
[Chorus: x2]
Aaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!
Shake it mommy
Girl tell me where you get that from
Put it on me
Alright (alright)
[verse 2]
I'm like me burning drink but me at the bar and uuhhh...
Me from the hood but me is a star and uuhhh...
You looking right and we can go far if uuhhh...
Ya don't mind spending time with a hustlah
Yo gotti, M down, Lil' Monster and
You get it right how bout you be his wifey and
We cock whips move bricks in a mini van
Take trips to Hawaii to hula dance
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
She back in Philippines
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
Looking right in them Gucci jeans
She bounce she turn she drop it low
And I look like damn! This bitch is cold
The monastery monora whatever hoe
Look I'm from Memphis ain't seen that shit before
Down here they twerk and shake it fast
But we love it cuz we watch her crip her ass
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did alot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch
Pop my wheel break bread with my click
If a nigga don't hustle than a nigga don't eat
steady chasin paper out here running these streets
I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch
Pop my wheel break bread with my click
Kinfolks we block burn till we get these mills
We do it how it go so we gone get it how we live
I'm back to the basics
Face it I'm back on the rise
Back with my guys
Back 22 for them pies
I'm back rollin' clean
Back lookin' mean at niggaz
That's throwin' up signs
Lettin' off rounds for mine
Back in the hood
Like my niggaz think I should
But knockin' on wood
They got a nigga back on that good
Back on a mission
In other words I'm back in the kitchen
Water whippin' with my niggaz tryin' to sew up the city
Back in school
Gotti back to actin' a fool
But seekin' some knowledge
Southwest community college
Took hold a nigga
Enrolled and showed a nigga
When Gotti around, ain't enough hoes for niggaz
Never did I
Get the big head or lie
And say I'm the mayne
I just said I'm workin' with change
And doin my thang
I can't help I don't trust hoes
Move birds on the low and seen a hundred or mo'
[chorus]
You wanna sue me? You wanna rob me?
Get your choppers come to my shows and try to mob me?
I took birds from your people
So you gone kill me
Say my beats be aight
But you don't really feel me
Dog, I ain't hard to find I be in the bay
Ridgecrest, Shady Vista street everyday
Sellin yay with my nigga G.B. and Todd
Lil' Mont Big G we all got heart
Rap shit aight but Im from the streets
Under all circumstances I gotta eat
I gotta ki
What you know about thirty six o's in a drought
Double up make 'em bounce whoa...Look at my mouth
Blockburner nigga be rollin'
I go the title from [?] my shit ain't stolen
I'm watchin' TV's and DVD's
I'm thug bruh
One more time Dre and Shine
It's love bruh, It's love bruh
[chorus]
Dope just [???] and can't stop me from gettin this paper
Nineteen years a closet full of gators
Platinumed out chain beggets around my charm
One hundred fifty shots shtos four five caliber drum
Got 4 spots
One for the money
One for the drugs
A third spot for all of these hoes that I don't love
A fourth spot for me and my shorty that stayed down
The one who stayed strong and helped me through shady grounds
I'm a mean mugger,head buster
Nothin nice
I'm a street hustler
And my motto is rock ice
Streets is callin
Why not picture me ballin
Enjoy it while I got it cause one day I'm gone be fallin
Dope boys do what they want not what they can
You boys tag along and protect the man
Cheap hoes jockin them niggaz cause they got paper
All hoes change like weather because it's nature
Columbians, mexicans, even got some word from the dominicans
Americans, they are not free
... shit, my country...
Red, white and blue, red white and blue
Cripple bloodshed, nigger I salute
Red, white and blue, red white and blue
Cocaine shit, nigger I salute
Columbians and mexicans I'm trying to...
... but else they g'd up
Maybach with my feet up, aka when I creep up
Young nigger wear blood game, my og's...
All I got is shoot out, all we do is shoot out
My bad bitch got no aids, she my working hula
... in... when the town blew up
Now I got a 911 porsche with the blue guts
... make it throw up, some will make you blow up
Niggers get little money when you gonna grow up
Louie from the toe up, street nigger so up, I am
Louie 13, and... just telling bitch... up
Columbians, mexicans, even got some word from the dominicans
Americans, they are not free
... shit, my country...
Red, white and blue, red white and blue
Cripple bloodshed, nigger I salute
Red, white and blue, red white and blue
Cocaine shit, nigger I salute
Voila, haha, 18 wheels of...
... and 30 bricks inside of honda
He don't speak in english all he know is number
Then... he gonna get me through the summer
He don't know my name, him is just a runner
He pick it up and drop it off, then he gets some...
Land of the free, run up if you wanna
Suicide mission, we got choppers in the...
Red white and blue, I'm no politician
But I live in a white house so feel presidential
... you name streets of america
In god we trust and where we stand
I'll always be a hustler
Columbians, mexicans, even got some word from the dominicans
Americans, they are not free
... shit, my country...
Red, white and blue, red white and blue
Cripple bloodshed, nigger I salute
Red, white and blue, red white and blue
[Chorus]
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2]
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine
[Chorus x2]
[Yo gotti]
Remember me coca'ina you like my best friend,
When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in
Far as I remember my nigga my life is full of pain,
I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain
I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain,
I knew right then right there that I would never live the same
I'm like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me,
I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me
But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole),
It's a drought on real niggas you already know
I'm that ether nigga that fish scale,
You that oil base homie you don't cook well
I'm yo gotti the king and I got that young cash,
New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag
All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag,
Young money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed
[Chorus x2]
[Gucci Mane]
Coca'ina heavily cooking dope excessively,
Heavy risk activity my god given ability
Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to downtown, charleston, SC
Shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off wit bricks
Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at,
Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday
Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder,
I'm so high I see stone mountain
Gucci got da birds I aint talkin bout da falcons,
Gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon
Hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum,
Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them
Gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster,
Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma
Coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane,
80 in the air man bricks over here mane
[Young Cash]
Yeah, I never thought I would be ridin dirty on i-10 just reup and flip again,
Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance
Speed limit 65 so I'm goin 62,
Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do
Crackers pull me over they aint got shit gotta let me dip,
Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip
Usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full,
Not today on i-10 it's nothing but me and redbull
Collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man,
Bible on the passenger side yeah I'm a christian man
Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord,
Please don't let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda accord.
Shit I'm wide awake, I aint sleepy so I aint gon swerve
Told you I like the traffic when it rain I call em thunderbirds
I'm the only one touch the work so I know it's all good,
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
[Yo Gotti]
I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now
Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house
Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoil it
Ran across my work, flushed my shit down the toilet
Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it
Couldn't though, why? cuz I owed the nigga for it
125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola
Broke up my tube and my scale, I got no luck
Hold up, mama even threw away the soda
I remember this shit like it was yesterday
Falling in the house late, seent the look on mama's face
I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk
You know the look you get when your mama really hurt
She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'll already know
Boy you selling dope, get your shit you got to go
[Chorus x2]
I'm on the motherfucking grind
You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind
You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do now, where am I to go?
And how the fuck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do?
Been looking for me, got a nigga kind of scared
And all the other niggaz looking up side my head
They said he came through, layin low with his beeper
Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagles
Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper
Fuck it, I'm a grind till my bank get steeper
72 hours had 28 elither
Know what I'm talking about that uncut ether
Junkies lookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
One week later had 4 and a split
Called up the nigga, told him told him come get his shit
I'm a real nigga, I just ran into some problems
All the time you think a nigga tried to slick rob ya
Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home
I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own
Mama let me back in, mama real strict
After school, straight home, no phone, no shit
Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true
So what the fuck a nigga gone do
Called grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit
Man fuck it, I'm getting back with my click
[Gotti:]
A leo I want you to give me an in instrumental
[Leo:]
Aite what kind
[Gotti:]
I wanna do that off da top of da head shit again
[Leo:]
Aite
[Gotti:]
Let's slo dat shit down this time
[Leo:]
You fuck with this
[Gotti:]
Yeah I fuck with this
[Leo:]
Aite
[Gotti:]
You know how we do it right
[Leo:]
Shit you no I been doin thid to
[Verse 1:]
It go capital C Capital M he talk work but he from da M and he's a real nigga (I am) free Tip tell my partnas off in Forrest City tour bus in da hood I took my whole apartments with me if ya want me come and get me I'm waitin on ya I got dat K with the motherfuckin shank on it realest nigga in it I bet the bank on it (beep) shots fired man down no prank homie
[Verse 2:]
They say I'm well rounded did a song with Wiz and wale shoutout to Vegas chillen qt milli just to parle my nigga fuck what you say I got a spot in da A now keep them choppas on deck so you can get shot in the A I take a shot of Ciroc I got a bottle of Ace I shake it up pop the top and squirt that shit in ya face you throw a rock and hide ya hands say that shit to my face I guess you want be satisfied until they give me a case a dis dat Cocain 6 realest shit in da streets niggas know when they see me I'm a go CMG I&E; niggas know we in these streets this that Cocain 6
[Verse 3:]
A lot of niggas talkin loud dog but they don't want no beef lot of rappers yappin bout that work but they ain't in no streets quarter ounce ass nigga you will never equal me now all that gangsta shit you talkin don't mean nothing to me biggest nigga in my city so the haters target me I'm A1 just like my door so they gone have to market me wonder if I didn't have this money would these bitches fuck a G don't know the answer to that question so sometimes that bothers me bothers me bothers me really really really really bothers me I'm standin on the couch where the models be you can catch me in the club where the bottles be gettin my money I'm a Kick my feet up told yung zilla we gone feed up bitch bend over I bet you can't beat up pull my dick out bet you gone eat up we on chill you can't read us best take notes try and be usin these streets everyday gone take a navy to defeat us choppas chop I'm gone rock I push that button it's gone be war have them niggas with them choppas at yo mammy front door have yo grandmammy hollin oh lord on the church floor bring my baby back all black all that and more it's a long line lights on it look like a funeral nigga playin with Gotti had him killed that's how the rumor go my life ain't no rumor doe I seen a hoe rumor doe my shooters got shooters you gettin money but you goons are broke that shit don't make sense to me maybe they should get we me I&E; yo life ain't worth shit to me but a brick to me and I just count a hundred to a chicken b you will never get to me charges never stick to me realest I can be bitches be lickin me suckin me and fuckin me the city know what's up with me nigga you a fan of me just want to shake the hand of me you the type to see me out and say man you just playin with me apologizin and askin for advice I'm the type to say fuck you and yo boss I fucked his wife.
[Chorus: x2]
Mr. Tell It gone do yo thang (do yo thang)
Mr. Tell It present yo game (sent yo game)
Mr. Tell It gone head and squeal (head and squeal)
Can you see that my hoe ain't going
I thought you was real
[Verse 1]
I got Mr. Tell It up on the phone
Disturbing peace inside my home
Tryna tell my biz and shit so he can get inside the throne
I guess the nigga like my song after I fucked a nigga's bitch
I'm fucking niggaz all daily baby ain't gotta snitch
Strong you'll never sell memoir salt don't kill a playa
Once a hoe forever hoes always been a tattle tell
Ever since the third grade still got the same waves
Ridin' and kickin' shit with you
And the hoe know every move I make
This nigga must think I'm dumb
Getting' the numbers out my phone
All around hoe navi - gaty (navigator) lickin' out his tongue
2 waying my bitch and shit he know something' what she don't know
Nigga what you think this a Jenny Jones or Springer show
Nigga I got hoes to give, hoe wit rides, and hoes wit cribs
Synonyms and antonyms, negatives and positives
Frankly what I'm trying to say you can tell the President
My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she relevant
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mr. Tell It tell the truth, is you jealous or you jes?
Overprotected don't fuck around and get no injection
Not bout the bitch but bout the principle
That you wanna see me living life miserable
They say bullets ain't got no name money ain't got no rules
And a bitch gone do what she want to
My street literature spit at her so quick and smooth
She give a fuck about the hustling doubts that you went through
So get yourself together dawg and tune in tonight
She wanna fuck with a thug Mr. Tell It you too nice
All you wanna do is lick her pussy and hit her bare
She wanna fuck with a nigga that don't really care
Yo gotti hit the bitch and I'll never call her again
Same room same hotel next week with her friend
So Mr. Tell It I hope you linen (listen)
Stay the fuck up out my business
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Mr. Tell It don't shoot me down to knock a bitch
Mr. Tell It don't use my name, remember you the shit
I can't help I fucked your hoe, and yo cuz, and yo sissta
and yo ex-girl-lah
Mr. Tell It want to pay be back, ain't that a bitch
My name ain't Kurt so remember that
Mr. Tell It these hoes already know that I'm a dawg
Mr. Tell It can't say nuttin nice then don't speak at all
Mr. Tell It quit bothering me, watching me
Following like a private eye agency
Mr. Tell It just leave me alone
Cause on the real, I don't want to put one in your dome
So leave me alone
Mr. Tell It we tryin' to sleep
Quit leaving message bout where I was last week
It's understood, Mr. Tell It listen close
I ain't married and ya boy don't love the hoe
Mr. Tell It
Intro( gotti talking)
Aye say ma, you know I wanna apologize for any and everything I ever put
You through, and I also wanna let you know that any hurt I caused it was
Non intentional. I'm here to tell you I'm sorry.
Verse 1
Mama, I just wanna apologize for 20 some years of pain now I realize
All this shit I put u through, back and forth to juvenile ma ian have a
Clue
When grandma went to church, I was selling work
Walked up in Trezevant high wit dat 38 under my shirt
They tried to kick me out mama came act a damn fool
They let me right back in, but wat I go and do
Skipped class, catch me on all 3 lunches, smoking og kush a nigha had da
Munchies
All the hurt I caused high speed chases from da laws
Neighborhood gang fight a nigha done it all
Ma overall I just want a better life
For you and my sister that's why I start sellin' white
Ma every night and every day
I contemplate about da day dey came took chuck away
Den I wasn't afraid, to go to jail
Dats when I hit da streets, start givin' dese nighas hell
But in yo eyes, I know dat wasn't da right choice
I thank you for yo love and support
Dats why I jus wanna pologize.
Chorus x4
(Cause you know I messed up baby)
Yeah, a this dis real life shit homie
See nighas make musik
I make musik from the heart
A drama you know I jus tell it how I live it homie
Dats da only way I know how
Verse 2
Daddy he a OG brutha he was a hustla too
Shit run in my bloodline
What the fuck you think imma do
Mama down bad
Car repoed and the rent was due
Fo I let her starve I'm off da porch without a fuckin' clue
Pistol in my hand no mask
Who would ever knew
Goon turned rapper to millionaire
Look what life a do
Mama got a big house on the hill and it's white too
Think she goin' cocaine crazy jus got a white coupe
Mama say she proud of me
All dese nighas who doubted me
Raised me ta be a real nigha
Memphis brought it out of me
Ridgecrest apartments
Slangin' dope down on Garland
Feds givin' out too much time, fuck it um robbin'
Mama say she gon pray fa me
Know dat dey got a place fa me
Told her I had a plan
And this musik gon make a way fa me
Sorry fa all the pain
Tears and all the shame
But mama you know I love ya
And I promise u imma change (I am)
Outro (Gotti talking')
Hands in da air
U know I speak fa all real nighas around the world
Nigha we fall we get back up
We make mistakes we make up nigha
You feel me
You ever got yo mama do kicked in
Jumped out da rental car and now you had to leave it there.
Know what um sayin', this dat life homie
And to my nighas who lost dey life in dese streets
Fo dey got a chance to tell dey mama dey sorry
( Chorus |
Watch her make it work ( Work |
Watch her make it work (Work |
Watch her make , watch her make
Watch her, watch her make it work
She coming out her clothes ,
She done came up out her shirt,
She want me to give it to her I’m gone make that pussy hurt ( Yo Gotti |
( Verse 1 |
They like go once I hit the door
They know how it go
Get to know
Um about to blow ten thousand or more
Dj play some of that gotti shit
Watch out and touch yo toes
She ah fool with her ? she do her thing with the pole
Shawty cold, she the type that make a nigga pay her bills
Watch her raw she can make her body shake while standing still
Um for real she say she can go all night without a pill
If a bitch play with her bread she gone whoop that ass in heels
Um like damn well excuse me ma’am what you tryna do
She say she just stripping part time so she can pay for school
Um like oww so you educated you may be my type
She like boo um just dedicated get that money rite
( Chorus |
Watch her make it work ( Work |
Watch her make it work (Work |
Watch her make , watch her make
Watch her, watch her make it work
She coming out her clothes ,
She done came up out her shirt,
She want me to give it to her I’m gone make that pussy hurt
Watch her make it work ( Work |
Watch her make it work (Work |
Watch her make , watch her make
Watch her, watch her make it work
She coming out her clothes ,
She done came up out her shirt,
Got a nigga at the crib but she still a fucking flirt
Now watch her make it work
( Verse 2 |
I know this bitch she a a.k.a went to Memphis state
She dropped out her Jr. Year then she got a escalade
Um like hey gone and do yo thing you shouldn’t be ashamed
If that nigga don’t pay yo bills then that nigga shouldn’t complain
This insane I should be yo man ill encourage you
Make that money bring it back and watch how much I cherish you
You so cute look at you other hoes aint gotta clue
Aint nobody hit the stage and do the shit the way you do
Must admit you game type you stay on top of yo shit
But you got to know the difference between a baller and a trix
See a trix gone pay for pussy while a baller make it rain
Real niggers fuck for free so this shit is not the same
( Chorus |
Watch her make it work ( Work |
Watch her make it work (Work |
Watch her make , watch her make
Watch her, watch her make it work
She coming out her clothes ,
She done came up out her shirt,
She want me to give it to her I’m gone make that pussy hurt
Watch her make it work ( Work |
Watch her make it work (Work |
Watch her make , watch her make
Watch her, watch her make it work
She coming out her clothes ,
She done came up out her shirt,
Got a nigga at the crib but she still a fucking flirt
Now watch her make it work
( Verse 3 |
You wanna flirt its ok to flirt gone head flirt back
Dey admit he aint got no paper don’t your chirp back
Mane this worse some ass nigga said he gotta purp set
He got high and told my bitch where he keep all the purp at
Damn fool
You done let that pussy make you break the rules
You confused
What she love you cause she fucked and sucked you too
That’s her job you just got robbed
Charge it to the game
You so green you are such a lame you should be ashamed
Um like mane watch her do her thing
She do it unique
Shawty ? thick as a fool
Shawty ? she so patek
Personality so hood face impression be so sweet
They professional homie they learn what they know from the streets
( Chorus |
Watch her make it work ( Work |
Watch her make it work (Work |
Watch her make , watch her make
Watch her, watch her make it work
She coming out her clothes ,
She done came up out her shirt,
She want me to give it to her I’m gone make that pussy hurt
Watch her make it work ( Work |
Watch her make it work (Work |
Watch her make , watch her make
Watch her, watch her make it work
She coming out her clothes ,
She done came up out her shirt,
Got a nigga at the crib but she still a fucking flirt
[Chorus:]
I’m on fire, whole hood blazin
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing
Look in the mirror [4x]
Like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Ice super clear, you looking in the mirror
Who you here to see when you look in the mirror
If you a real nigga, you lookin in the mirror
I’m on fire, whole hood blazin
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin
Look in the mirror [4x]
[Verse 1:]
Six in tha morning, my alarm goes off
Dope come out tha pot then the stove goes off
Knock knock on tha door, I’m sellin wholes on soft
Nigga try to rob me, get his nose blowed off
Am I a real nigga? Point blank period
If you a pussy nigga, you need pads fa ya period
Damn right I’m getting money, half a million on tha jewelry
Just go and ask Emmet if you don’t think a nigga serious
My whole house glass, I’m lookin at a reflection
I’m cocaine crazy, got a all white section
All my niggaz mafia I never even heard of ya
Quarter brick, half a brick, my young niggaz’ll murder ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Wake up in the morning and I wash my face
Brush my teeth and put my gun on my waist
Louis belt (check) Louis shoes (check)
Car on my wrist and a house on my neck
Last I remember I was standing on Garland
Buyin ten for tha hundred outta Ridgecrest Apartments
BET material I’m 106 & Parkin’
And I’mma stay Gucci dead fresh on ‘em regardless
I represent tha dope boyz, I can’t say it clearer
You lookin at me when you lookin in tha mirror
I motivate the trap, yeah the hood niggaz hope
Because I became a millionaire when I was sellin dope, I’M YO GOTTI
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Live from the kitchen, it’s tha pyrex king
Straight from North Memphis to ya tv screen
But before it comes, “All White Everything”
Keep a few hundred grand in my Levi jeans
White and red Cutlass, same color as a Smirnoff
One ticket, two tickets, I can take a year off
Got my money up, think I’m movin where da beach at
Lifestyle of tha hood and famous, where da fuck is Robin Leach at?
[Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X]
Take a look in my life and see what I see..
[Yo Gotti]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S
3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7
shady vista, segshaw lane
my ghetto game, where it all started for gotti
little summin', running around [?] and naughty
asking for dollars from niggaz I assumed was ballin'
twelve years old, and talking about flippin' tomorrow
counting my cheese, think I had 'bout 37 bones
I made up my mind, tomorrow gotti's starting to cone
bought me a deal, posted up on top of the hill
throughout these years, i've seen a lot of niggaz get killed
my life is the truth, i'd rather rap outside a booth
y'all ain't talking about shit, i'm 100 proof..
that's what my life like
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the projects, jaded in, fence surround
I'm a normal teen black, but these chinks around
'cause they on the corner stores, like how could they afford
something we can't, they never seen these dollars before
I wrote this here for the government, me and my people sufferin'
break bread with the immigrants, not word for recipients
tell me what my benefit, long jazz, fifty cents
eighty-five percent with no parole in parenthesis
the north memphis president, here to set the record straight
rob, steal, kill, put some food on your people plates
going lethal, thrill me, before these people kill me
gotti's just a spokesman for the north and they gon' feel me
my block consists of.. lost hope
gangbangers and street-thugs.. plus coke
there's one way in and one way out, take summin'
a cop working; wait for drought, like yo gotti
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
Back in the day, used to cut the five off of twenties
Back in the day, I used to cut the two off of tens
Back in the days, I thought everybody was friends
Back in the day, the hood had me trapped within
Back in the day, used to play "pick up and run"
the shit was fun, but nowadays we picking up guns
Back in the day, me and my niggaz fought with each other
shared with each other, but nowadays we bust at each other
trust in each other just like we done sealed-up leather
never, we're all clever but on different levels
Back in the day, used to play "that's my car"
Back in the days, I never thought i'd make it this far
Back in the day, used to play "catch a girl, get a girl"
nowadays, niggaz let a girl ruin they whole world
last days, it was existing in the dirty south
rediculous in the dirty south, come get me out this dirty south
my life like..
The pussy the rappers
I am a real nigger
I ain't like them
Nothing like them
... the pussy the rappers
I am a real nigger
I ain't like them
Shawty Ride Or Die Here For Sober Or High
She Kno Jus Wat To Do To Help A Gangsta Get By
Shawty Knowin Like Yea...She Aint Trippin At All
She Go Down On A Nigga And She A Swallow It All
Me And Her Done It All, Catch Us Both At The Mall
She Can Get Wat She Wanna And It Aint Trickin At All
Shawty Fukk Wit Her Nigga Her Nigga Fukk Wit Her Bakk
She Put Her Life On The Line Cuz She A Ride Wit This Sack
Wen I Went Bakk To The Hood Hustlin Movin Them Birds
She Was Takin Up Nurses Studying Gettin Wats Hers
I Aint Chase Her Or Sweat Her Try My Best To Protect Her
Wen You Fukk Wit A Gangsta Baby You Bet Imma Bless Ya
And Thats Real
If You Wanna Come Ride Then (Lets Ride)
If You Wanna Come Smoke Then (Lets Smoke)
If You Wanna Come Drink Then (Lets Drink)
If You Wanna Come Vibe Then (Lets Vibe) Come Vibe Baaaaaaaayyyyy
I Been Thinkin Bout Fuckin You
I Been Thinkin Bout Kissin You
And Touchin And Lovin You (Thats All I Wanna Do Baby)
Wen We Out On The Road Granted Doin Ma Shows
She Be Callin My Phone Like Dont Be Fuckin Them Hoes
She At Home Wit My Child I Be Flirtin In The Crowd
I Need Help I Cant Control Myself These Hoes Be Wild
As I Think To Myself Another Nigga In My Bed
So I Start Thinkin It Off That Shit A Fukk Up Yo Head
My Confedearal Jesus I Work So Hard For The Bread
Wonder If She A Keep It Real If I Eva Go To The Feds
She Gon Write Me And Visit Me Like I Think That She Should
Or She Gon Disrespect Me Fukk Another Nigga Out The Hood
I Aint Chase Her Or Sweat Her Try My Best To Protect Her
I Dont Kno About Love I Jus Kno Jus Kno Wat Imma Get Ya
If You Wanna Come Ride Then (Lets Ride)
If You Wanna Come Smoke Then (Lets Smoke)
If You Wanna Come Drink Then (Lets Drink)
If You Wanna Come Vibe Then (Lets Vibe) Come Vibe Baaaaaaaayyyyy
I Been Thinkin Bout Fuckin You
I Been Thinkin Bout Kissin You
And Touchin And Lovin You (Thats All I Wanna Do Baby)
When Yo Momma Was Trippin Talkin Bout Kickin You Out
You Had Nowhere To Go I Let You Move In My House
You Can Jump In My Benz, Go Stunt Out On Ya Friends
I Took You All Around The World And I A Do It Again
You Respected My Grind Cuz You Knew I Had Dat Work
And I Respected Ya Mind Because You Still Went To Work
See It Wasnt Bout The Money Shawty Kept It 100
She Stayed In Tune Wit Her Family Because They Knew I Was Hustlin
If You Wanna Come Ride Then (Lets Ride)
If You Wanna Come Smoke Then (Lets Smoke)
If You Wanna Come Drink Then (Lets Drink)
If You Wanna Come Vibe Then (Lets Vibe) Come Vibe Baaaaaaaayyyyy
I Been Thinkin Bout Fuckin You
I Been Thinkin Bout Kissin You
And Touchin And Lovin You (Thats All I Wanna Do Baby)
I Been Thinkin Bout Fuckin You
I Been Thinkin Bout Kissin You
And Touchin You and Lovin You
Hey hey picture me performing in an orpheon
A ..living in the orphenat
What my future home onyl god knows
As while i stay and play it up
And ..
Count on me count on me ..
Tryin upside down
Let em look at the ..
'Cause i did you like bush
.. It's a cooper they dont' drop
Hard ..for i let em damn nigga
..my nigga my hood my fellows
I kill em
F*ck em, i don't feel em
When the beat drop nigga
Hey nigga do get to ..
Play the nigga
Any nigga can make some money
But any nigga can try
Killa for killa west side
White vile ..
Do on one out of ..
Any five percet fo ten nigga
Any five percent of ..
Not do what i do i try nigga
Hope you drink
Don't confuse it money bags
White .. Bitch i say murder
Have you ever heard and is the word
..the shit ..the label
I aint' on the .. You got no consistency
Tryin to get my ..you know the ..
You slow it down
Open the legs you beat it up
..can't see em
What you sayin i'm own it
..who want it ..so your p**sy don't kill it
…comes to bury takin all
Is like an ..
I i i i just like deeper than eye
Killa
It gonna for crazy i stay for ..
Kill a shit, i kill a shit
Banana shit
You've been so faking shit
Why you only ..
Them bitches i ain't really ..
Go in time
Or a hater ..killa killa
Can murder one
I'm the only one
..we think to afce no
I know the ..ain't got the wings
Cut off the mike
They drop the base ..
See a brighter day real niggas
..killas we ..work killas ..
Murder murder , kill kill
I'ma keep it real
..take the killer
…comes to bury takin all
Is like an ..
I i i i just like deeper than eye
See it .. They all runnin
When they see me coming
[INTRO: YO GOTTI]
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affilliated with them aphiliates
And this is gangsta shit
[HOOK: YO GOTTI]
Gloc 40, dope money make my pance sag
White tee, red hat, no flag
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
Rolley watch, yo chain ain't shinig like mine
I'm in the club & they ain't throwing no signs
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
[VERSE: YO GOTTI]
I'm a gasta nigga, I got a gansta grill
A nigga signed with stunna got like a half of mill
Alot hating they don't wanna see a gangsta chill
But fuck it I'm a tell em how a gansta fill
I seek the industry fake, cause ain't no ganstas in it
But every motherfucker wanna play that gangsta image
Niggas rap about bricks then they get all excited
I rap bout dope cause I sold & pray I don't get endited
And I ain't throwing no signs, claiming no colors or shit
But got that p-90 rouger & it can get ugly in this bitch
My city watching my rearview, I'm speaking in codes
Cause I'm a gansta & I stay in gangsta mode,
Look I'm a gansga
[HOOK: WEBBIE]
Wife beater, with $600 pance on, 100 grand long
Nigga I know what the fans want
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
Take this rap & this fame shit from me
Security & jewlery, iron all a nigga really need
Niggai'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
[VERSE: WEBBIE]
Feast your eyes on a g, you suprised yeah it's me
Keep my eyes in the mirror, 4-5 on my seat
Ride mine on them feet, I can ride on any street
I ain't even gotta hide from a nigga cause I'm street
I'm a die up in these streets I got my mind made up
All my niggas k-ed up, ready for what for what ever come
Yeah a nigga getting money stunting ain't no thing to me
Dem hoes saw my phantom coming thougth I was jermaine dupree
Just hollered at my nigga b, I told it's time to roll
He told me nigga I kno, I told him nigga let's go
Gangsta musik 2 let's give the streets thath on there
And I bet a million real niggas go get this bitch of the shelf
And bet lil niggas will love to, stop me & my lil thug to
Trill fenta lock it, bitch watch it me & my lil thug to
Everybody show us love, so us we just show them love to
You fuck with a busta, we bust him up, you get drugged to
[HOOK: LIL BOOSIE]
Tanktop, big rocks, big glocks
I'm a get rich or die tryna make it to the top
Niggai'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
Life stories, real shit, real facts
Real niggas, real bitches feel that
Niggai'm a keep it gangsta (boosie talking during hook):
I'm a keep it gangsta what up drama
I'm a keep it gangsta this is what niggas been waiting for
I'm a keep it gangsta check it out look
[VERSE: LIL BOOSIE]
I spit this shit from the bottom of my stomach
So try some I knock the bottom out ya stomach
It ain't nothig, momma like ooh my baby boy thuging
In love with guns & he can't stop clubing,
Never could tell him nothing
Fuck real g's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off myspace
Luxery in driveways let your roof back nigga
That half of pill ain't doing the job, then throw ya two back nigga
My time to shine niggas playing, but I'm bout my bussines
Lats to drop, but off the top, the whole world know I'm the sickest,
Red monkey's to dickies, nigga got every color
From yo stae to 28, niggas got many hustles
My brothers the trill fam, love me because I'm loyal
Duke keep his shit straped, because my watch will get me kidnaped, from my block to yo trap
Niggas heads get bust, feds get dust
My trill niggas out here ready to bust
It's gansta
[HOOK: LIL BOOSIE]
Tanktop, big rocks, big glocks
I'm a get rich or die tryna make it to the top
Niggai'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
Life stories, real shit, real facts
Real niggas, real bitches feel that
Niggai'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
[OUTRO: DJ DRAMA talking at the end of the song]
Dj drama! A.M.G.!
Qaulity street music
[news reporter]
Gotti gotti we've been dying to get a hold of you for this interview
You have this new album dropping and everyone just wants to know
What's been going on with you where have you been?
[Yo Gotti]
Well I was kicking down on Watkins on some motherfuckin' hustling shit
Catching my cone tryin to get old listen to that triple 6
Mr. Ian looked at me gotti let go take a trip
I know where they got them beeper 3 for we can get em shipped
See baby the ground is mine niggas try to disrespect
Be poochin' and grab the chopper fuck around and left em' wet
Twenty - fours Yokohama we look like some superstars
No more pop off we play we got TV sterna's in the trunk
Rappin' ain't no fucking thang block burna big biggidy bang
Me and my guys be sellin' them pies since 95' we out the frame
Gotti representing the streets so Swizzo let 'em feel the beef
Try to steal my flow but niggas know they ain't real as me
Back when I was whippin' chickens choppin' bricks in momma kitchen
Never knew that rap shit would establish me a mill ticket
Shinin', grindin' , never mindin' niggas winin' bout a bitch
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
[skits]
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
(Movin' the zone movin' my throne)
(I&E; is the label I consider my home)
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
(I&E; is the label I consider my home)
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the north cuzz were I was tought cuzz
Was doin' my own thang never had a boss cuzz
So if you didn't know Gotti still C.E.O
It's block burnin' with yo bro but they don't feel me tho
I represent the M Project Pat and Fly and them
And all the pioneers that put it down for Gotti them
They say I'm new school but Gotti old school
Been having birds fuck what cha' heard I'm just a young dude
I'm just the truth and the realest to come up out the town
Keeping' it Memphis delivering the universal sound
It's fucking going down it ain't no fucking round
The king of Memphis you trippin' give me the fucking crown
It's fucking going down it ain't no fucking round
The king of Memphis you trippin' give me the fucking crown
[skits]
(I&E; is the label I consider my home)
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
[Chorus:]
Im a gangsta(gangsta)
You a actress(actress)
You be dreamin(dreamin)
I make it happen(make it happen)
I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood
But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2
I got respect
I came from the streets
If a nigga didnt hustle then a nigga didnt eat homie(homie)
And aint nan nigga took nuttin
Playin with me money
make ya mami go and book somethin
a fruit of a for that bitch ass nigga
ole dick in a booty slitch nich ass nigga(look) a couple niggas got fronted
took to long with me money
send them youngstas to that dumpin bitch
and i got soljas on my team
that will die for the i to tha e
the feds want me bad because they know i got them killa niggas out tha north
if Gotti get tha word they'll take them niggas off
and kids wanna be just like me
systems tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me
I sold hella keys made hella cheese
and all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a
[chorus x2]
you wanna beef with c'mon lets go get em man
fuck talkin im tryna be the first one to hit em man
my patience little man
dont take alot of bullets man
drop em where the stand with one squeeze u dont understand
this a hard knock of life for niggas
take a pentatentery chance throwin bricks to prison
and i aint talkin bout no polka
but i watch niggas fold
fuck them other niggas cuz them other niggas hoes
them niggas hoes thats the verdict case closed
aint shit like they say
we da streets we know
7 out of 10 of dem niggas who talkin gangsta need a g replaced with the w cuz they wankstas(aint cha)
and i guess we like the black sheep
we live where we speak
so we neva talk cheap
these niggas vegetarians dont wanna see no beef
when it come they want peace
but me i want a piece cuz
[chorus x2]
back in 95
got a pick da side
with them big guys
they seen it in my eyes
they had a lot of pies
money to the vibe
i knew no betta but whateva i was down to ride
and neva asked about tha shit dat they owe me
just did wat they showed me
or did what they told me
the littlest nigga with tha biggest fuckin
balls i was down for tha motha fuckin cause
now i must say today im a rich cred veteran
shot alot of niggas cuz i sold a lot of medicine
did a lot of shit that you may think irrelavent
i masked on them rappers cuz they play with my intelligence
they had white when the price was cheapa
they hate the mel row
and now my brothers keepa
alot of niggas may not think the same
cuz they lame
they just rap they wasnt in tha game get it
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval, you feel me?, Energy or I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up we been movin birds bitch, they got us fucked up, they got you fucked up, then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch
[Chorus:]
Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and shit [x2]
I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cause I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman...
I Got Em'
[Verse: Lil' Wayne]
Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin, I run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper, and enough for one key I see seventy thousand dollas, Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and nigga might sign ya, you rap about me and a nigga might find ya, banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya, DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen with a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, with dem thangs in da fender, see I full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter, I goin back to Cali, I gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, I gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch niggas gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese niggas lyin, I told slim, told stunna I'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack I shot em -, bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM'
[Chrous]
[Verse: Birdman]
Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my 'lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm I had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cause nigga I'm bot that, flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school 'lac, with a bitch ridin fly so high, you love that, it's grind time, nigga been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbage bag flats, want the money and the power, real niggas gon stack, and ridin fly, 25's on the back, flushed out nigga keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money that's that, if you ever cross the line best believe you gettin gat
I been hustlin' all my life,
All I know is sell white, (live from the kitchen)
Know is sell white, All I know is sell white. (Yo Gotti!)
Young Blood on the green but I'd rather sell white, (that residue)
Rather sell white, (that extra shit) I'd just rather sell white nigga. (that extra rich)
But I ratha sell white, ratha sell white, ratha sell white (I'm a dopeboy for life nigga!)
Young Blood on the green but I'd rather sell white,
Man I'll never change my life cuase I ratha sell white!
I know I'm gettin checks, but I rather see it cash.
Pussy ass niggas out here workin for the task.
And I'm just int he kitchen, like I'm workin with my last,
Sweatin bullets over the stove, I'm just tryin to bring it back!
Put my city on the TV, call it 48 hours.
Them fuck niggas be snitchin but we murdered the cowards,
And we just in the hood selling crack, weed, and powder,
Every minute, every second, every motha fuckin hour!
Dis my life, dis my story, feel my motha fuckin pain.
You can rap about that work, me an you are not the same.
Put my life into a pot, little rotation from my wrist and you get dis,
My residue, that extra shit.
My mexican just brought me 30 bricks in the Hyundai!
Do I look like I got time to check on motha fuckin Myspace?
And I be Gucci down, head to toe on a Sunday!
Just like a fuckin model like I stepped off the runway.
Put on for my city like I'm Jeezy or Kanye!
Hundred-round choppers so you better not come my way.
Me tool feel like them niggas who owe me checks.
Big pistol down to die about my respect. CHEA!
Ain't no pimp, got a hoe outside.
You lookin at 5 50, look like snow outside.
WHITE ER'THING! My favorite color!
Cocaina Paint, represent the struggle!
We mafia! Stay ont he grind. Selling white shit that hipnotize minds.
Rich park, they ball hard.
MJ's on my feet, comin out hard.
Momma worried, just prayin to God,
That youngest son that live behind bars (NA!)
Stop the beat, where da Menphis Dro?
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
and I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the new Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
“We The best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
nigga flow so retarded
we be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle for the bread, hustle to them bad,
Hustle is my name, all I know is came
My heart get no feel is, got no
Niggers in my benice, tossed up decisions
They is still my niggers, I won't stalk my partners
Nick can't sound with me or listen, nigger shoot new choppers
Look at my wallet, trying to raise my daughters
Money on the books I sent to my partners
Rapping they changing, young niggers they're brainless
I hold my own, cause my partners let me hanging
wonder what they're claiming
Choppers shooting no lame shots they're aiming
Niggers playing like killers, beefing out on Twitter
Sworn like the with my blister
I am meister bad rob, coming to nigger show
like let me get that chains cause I know you nigger's whose
all the rappers they trap us, all bitches they models
dj got ego, put it in a bottle, damn
I'm a mean cause I look up, I'm a real nigger, can't have me,
or buy me, but guess what,
play with me wish you would
stand for refill rap nigger but he's still a murderer
...we rock you
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
24's on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches can't get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 ?, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Ok, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that gotti
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right or she shopping
Young money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, ? and Marley
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
[Verse 1:]
Ok the beat go hard but I go harder
I can die a drug dealer but I'm smarter
Pair of forgiato rims I could of brought a charger
But dem bitches make the lambo look a little more harder
King of my city north memphis we're like holla
Blood gang crips too we gon eat regardless
See me on the news yeah I beat em charges
All they do is runnin gunnin and a dodgin
Blood shed my niggas in the fed my nigga Gucci die
I can't let nuthin slide
Ridgecrest where I resign Ridgecrest what I provide
Young nigga with them choppas 'cause I know they gonna ride
Fuck if I die today I went to church I pay my tax
I leave my son a couple million dollars so I did alright
Hard ain't no nigga in this streets that built like me sold bricks like me
Mexico took trips like me
Texaco ain't nothin but gas if I was u nigga down my past
I break bread so no fuck me nigga I'm a real nigga and I was built to last
[Hook:]
Hard hard I'm hard hard hard I'm hard
Hard hard I'm hard
In the kitchen I whip it harder
Top drop ridin harder
Hard hard I'm hard hard hard I'm hard
In the kitchen I Whip it harder
Real nigga I live harder
Hard hard I'm hard
[Verse 2:]
The streets go hard but I go harder
I know what didn't meant mo money mo fuckin problems
I know young money like I'm dwayne carter
Remember my life a real nigga if I die tomorrow
I'm harder met a bitch in the mazda
Put the bitch in the range rover
Cause she suck dick till tomorrow
Head 4 24 hours 24 brick or powder
24s on my platnmium neek 50k on the chandelier
Nozzle like a castle bitch white like alaska
Got instrumentals sold all white on my mercedes shit nasa
Pulled off in that 'rari took off like I'm nasa
Nigga playin dem games with me she'll fuck you if you answer
She smarter better get she harder better yet you pussy
Then why them bitches charge ya
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Strip moneys strip moneys got on my wall
I'm going so hard I know I got more than dough
Got the beamer the bentley triple-black mercedes-benz
Got me 5 mill in cash time to get it again
From reebok to surrock came a long way from the blocks
Baby girl I don't wed cause shit I've driven it rocks
Licking shots that you pussies my stock fresh shot through the roof
As I shoot for the stars I'm shootin buying a coup
I know I won't live forever but stocking up like I will
I know you niggas ain't real but I fuck you like u is
48 laws 36 hoes 57 nets all black tip-toein
26 inch rims chrome mac 11 doing right so hard but I pray I get to heaven
[Hook:]
It's hard to believe (It's hard to believe)
I made it through the years (I made it through the years)
I guess that I'm blessed (I guess that I'm blessed)
Cause I didn't get popped (or I didn't get killed)
[Yo Gotti]
It's hard to except
The cards I was dealt
The life that I chose
A life full of crime
A bag full of dimes
A hood full of jealous ass niggas wanting mine
But now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take
I seen it, all this ana fall, never thought I'd make it out
Broad-daylight, I seen my homeboy get takin' out
They shot at me
They got at me
Never could they get at me
I gotta thank the Lord from shielding me from all my enemies
Ran mo' blocks than fugitives
Sold mo' dope than Cubians
Kept my mind on dollar signs and never was abusing them
I think I got the feeling jone
I'm seeing millions jone
Come into my residence
But that's irrelevant
2000 was on jone
2000 is gone jone
2000 and 1 is here, I'm still droppin' songs jone
[Hook]
[D'Nero]
Don't shit exist in this galaxy, that's like D'Nero
Ain't facin' shit, but tragedy from out of my baro
Witnessed too much shit at a age like mine
Beef off in the streets got me on stages wit nines
My nig Gotti get the mic, and yo I'm watchin' the crowd
I see a nigga start to reachin' and let that heater go pow
Took too many losses, felt sad feelings out here
My nig lost his mom and dad, I lost my lil' one this year
We be exposed to a lot of shit our eyes shouldn't see
But I'm composed of a lot of shit y'all niggas couldn't be
Cause I'm a real nigga, meaning I'm limited dog
Fake shit done played out like SEGA Genesis dog
They used to call me Ghost, cause I had a nigga that spook
Just a young nigga, strapped up and ready to shoot
I played it smart this year
Life was hard this year
I kept my lawyer fully paid and beat my charge this year, nigga
[Hook]
[Ms. V-Dawg]
It's hard to believe I made it nigga, but I made it nigga, yeah I'm here
You thought that I wouldn't make it nigga, but tell me who you hear
It wouldn't my time to go, so I ain't gone nowhere
I'm still bumpin, keepin' you jumpin, while I'm smokin' my square
I be V slash D uh O G nigga, I'm just like a nigga, holdin' my pants when I
pose nigga
Still fuckin' hoes nigga
Doing my shows nigga
And listening to you niggas say this bitch is cold nigga
I'm out of control nigga
I can't be stopped bitch
I made it through the years with out gettin popped or killed
I said I'm out of control nigga, I can't be stopped bitch
I made it through the years with out gettin' popped or killed
I pull up in my cutlas, hat cocked handling bizness
Fresh out of court then I'm right back on my grizzly
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Ball like the playoffs... take off, take off, take off
Yeah bitch, take off,
Got some goons, I got some goons that what I call a face off
Nigger face off, swish, nigger face off
What I was trying to take is face off
50 packs of kushin nigger balling like I'm zeebo
... I'm the neighborhood hero
More white than mayo now can you say swish?
I'm the king of milfs and I'll be balling like a bitch
On my dough shit... shit, niggers know me
I'm the blueprint, the street shit, the niggers owe me
... fence, water boy, game pay, no deal
Wide open shot and they ain't taking, you in the...
... nba shit, davis... contracting... puss is going...
You try to run go catch the people
Shot his head with a buzzer beater
Nigger hit the trunk so many times
Nigger... about to beat you
I pull up in my cutlas, hat cocked handling bizness
Fresh out of court then I'm right back on my grizzly
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Ball like the playoffs... take off, take off, take off
Yeah bitch, take off,
Got some goons, I got some goons that what I call a face off
Nigger face off, swish, nigger face off...
What I was trying to take is face off
Get on my old school penis
See they know I'm winning, for a real nigger like me but it really ain't mean it, true
I'm from... memphis, chillin' on the courtside
Grew up out on... went to school in north side
Bitch am I a... may god be my witness
Any nigger put his hands on me they may gonna be a kill it
Heart got no feelings, top got no ceilings
Cruising pays bills... for the bitches
Pea body presidential sweet to them 20
Tonight I'm in the pouring I'ma make it rain 20's
I'm on young nigger shit, I swear I sold it off
... call her betty...
I pull up in my cutlas, hat cocked handling bizness
Fresh out of court then I'm right back on my grizzly
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Ball like the playoffs... take off, take off, take off
Yeah bitch, take off,
Got some goons, I got some goons that what I call a face off
Nigger face off, swish, nigger face off...
What I was trying to take is face off
Swish swish, swish swish
Handlin' bizness, right back on my grizzly
Swish swish, swish swish
Handlin' my bizness, right back on my grizzly
Hey, on my grizzly, right back on my grizzly
On my grizzly, right back on my grizzly
Kill 'em, my grizzly, kill 'em, my grizzly
Handlin' bizness, right back on my grizzly
I pull up in my cutlas, hat cocked handling bizness
Fresh out of court then I'm right back on my grizzly
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Ball like the playoffs... take off, take off, take off
Yeah bitch, take off,
Got some goons, I got some goons that what I call a face off
Nigger face off, swish, nigger face off...
[Hook]
It all started out at a I&E; fest
When Grip told Gotti to bump his best
He said "Go Go Gotti, Go Go Go Gotti
Go Go Gotti, Go Go Go Gotti"
Go Gotti go
That's all I know
It started out
In a small project, where i was turning it out
Credit for Grip
He never tripped, he kept it real
Had the bankroll and the knowledge, and I had the skill
I was twelve years old, Grip was fourteen
Grip was gettin' work, I was servin' fiends
I been a wigsplitter, slash money-go-getter
Ever since I was a itty-bitty lil nigga
Thank I was the wisest youngster out there hustlin'
Twelve year old kid on the block cuffin'
Packs in my ass and rocks under my tongue
Gotti ain't doing drugs cause Gotti ain't gettin' sprung
Rappin' came eazy
It was a gift, that I got from Jeezy
I told you once, and you didn't believe me
Now with the help of Grip, it cost to see me
I'm a thug and drugs is what I live by
So if I speak it I mean it, cause I don't liz-ie
When I turned fifteen, I had ten G's
Me and Grip colaborated and bought a key
And for a hobby, you know I was rappin'
But never thought that this CD shit would happen
I dropped my first album, they went crazy
And at random I was fuckin' these nigga's ladies
Don't play no games, and please don't criticize me
Who had a hundred G's, my age, beside me?
I went to school with platinum chains, and platinum grills
A sports car, a big truck on twenty wheels
You won't believe the shit, that I done been through
The cats I roll wit, and who I'm kin to, I'm kin to
[Hook]
Go girl, a go girl
Top notch ?
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
[Yo Gotti]
I got this girl thats so addictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I'ma visit next time I'm in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world, shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms, shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips, her boyfriend be trippin'
Takes off on the menu, tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings, Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be, she serious
All I do is ball and all she f-ck is winners
To take her to the mall she don't wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and I'm tryna get wit her
Have her looking right I had to follow her on Twitter
She a go girl…
[Hook]
[Wiz Khalifa]
Go go, keep on going
I'll be somewhere throwing money, blowing on that potent
Money in my bank account, pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them cameras we be posing
We just go go, anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from Tennessee to California
Twenty grand in Paris, blowing on that Mary
Yo' bitch on my Johnson cause I'm ballin' like I'm Larry
And I play my part. I'm out here with the bosses
And she know this from the start, get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don't smoke it, roll the weed up
If she broke she'll get her g's up
If she slow she up to speed cause she a
[Hood]
[Big Sean]
Okay now woah there, keep going throwin that big booty thong
She wear her heart on her sleeve
Now she just Comme des Garcon'ing
I wake up and show you what this Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good, I wish I could clone it
Okay, go girl, go girl
My new bitch, ya old girl
She buss it open for me like a show girl
Call me king than tell me that its your world
Her body Jamaica but the vagina is Asian
I swear thats hour glass shaped and that just remind me time wasting
Okay, fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl…
(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) [Repeated in background throughout song]
[Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs]
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]
[Yo Gotti]
This for all my street niggaz and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit
[Verse 3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it trill
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me
Myself and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited
[Yo Gotti:]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit
This ya boy Yo Gotti yea
Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker
Real hustler's don't need no sleep
[Chorus: x3]
I'm a full-time hustler, I'm full-time real (aye yo)
A full-time d-boy gettin it how I live (ya know)
I full-time grind so I full time shine and
I'm full-time strapped with a fully loaded nine
[Verse 1:]
I'm startin off my day with a tank full of gas
A clip full of hollows, a pocket full of cash
A wrist full, a ring full, a chest full of ice
And a bitch in the rental with a trunk full of white
I was ridin behind tent gettin bent at the light
Seen the laws make a left so you know I bust a right
That's the d-boy detour switchin up my route
Check ya resource invoice the bird in the drought
Got a phone full of missed calls, beeper full of codes
One eight behind a number mean they wanna have a whole one
Fully loaded mossburg pump that'll bang ya
Full-time thug and I'm a full-time gangsta
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm full-time switchin lanes, rims spinnin, swirvin
Full-time on the grind in the North servin
Keisha and Tameka and Shanika, Marilyn
Were full-time freaks but were part time virgins
You were so blind you couldn't read between the lines
See ya baby momma slash right was part time mine and
I didn't really care about a part time hair
Or a part time feelins and chillen with y'all chillin
I'm a full-time pimp you a part time spouse
I just burn her brains, get them thangs, throw em' in her house
I was out the frame, movin cane, runnin in and out
When them people came, know the game, shut ya fuckin mouth
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
You a part time soldier runnin in the battlefield
Talkin loud, sayin nothin, that's how you got ya homies killed
Full grown man with a part time plan
So you walkin round, head down, lookin for a hand
I'm a part time rapper, full-time trapper
Copped my own bricks and shit and own my own Master's
Done the shit myself so I can get it done faster
Promised to myself that I wasn't fuckin with you actors
Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land
Peter Pan you's a middle man yea
Yo Gotti got the money and the power
You part time snitch and you a full-time coward
[Yo Gotti:]
Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine meastro on the beat Yo Gotti on the mic fishscale dreams all night nigga this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse me... see nigga it's a difference between a documentary in a movie you know what I mean it's cocaine music 4.5 real life non fiction you niggas characters you niggas actresses you niggas playing in movies you niggas bitches!
[Verse 1:]
Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine meastro on the beat Yo Gotti on the mic fishscale dreams all night nigga this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse me hit the gas on my 454 got to let my pipe breath 24 with floaters on that bitch look like I'm riding easy wet paint candy now a later flava white on white leather for the head ewww marshmellows lemonade in the chain twins cause my watch look the same ice cream cutlass seats red velvet cake somebody blow the candles out today my rims birthday
Wood grain gripping will I'm swerving in slabbing doors open yawning like they just finish napping 16 soft white like a napkin birdman sent them so you know they coming flapping
[Hook:]
Aye aye aye this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse it [repeat]
[Verse 2:]
Cocaine jeah I hear voices you don't hear swag taking off like like I'm flying in a leer street nigga cred dopeboy of the year cocaine music realest shit your gonna hear my rims doing jumping jacks tops doing sit ups man let's just say my whole car on a fitness plan you still getting fronted you still owe the man let's just say your whole life been finance 30 months small payments can you handle pressure I get so many of the thangs I can't afford to test ya but fuck ya feed'em beans let starve cause he the type to say that he got robbed liar
If I pull that trigger the coroner goin have to get him his family gone have to miss him I swear to god I ain't want to kill'em damn my brother looked me dead in my eyes told me never let these pussy niggas slide so fuck'em
[Hook:]
Aye aye aye this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse it [repeat]
[DJ Drama:]
[CHORUS 1]
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga wife.
(Aight)
[VERSE 1]
This that dope boy shit,
(Boy Shit)
Man I'm tryin' to hit a dope boy lick.
(Boy Lick)
I been lookin' for a dope boy bitch,
(Boy Bitch)
So I can hit her wit that dope boy dick.
(Boy Dick)
I been posted in them dope boy houses,
(Boy Houses)
I been tryin' to stack them dope boy thousands.
(Boy Thousands)
Six-figure nigga still in the projects,
(Dope)
Wit them chickens in my baby momma duplex.
(Dope)
She won't keep her stupid ass out the night club,
(Bitch)
I beat her ass she right back the next night cuz.
(Bitch)
People keep on sayin' imma go to Jail,
(Go to Jail)
For real?
(For Real?!)
Oh well..
(Oh Well)
[CHORUS 2]
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Dope boy life, fuck wit it
[VERSE 2]
Big motor, big rims, loud pipes,
(Yup)
Lil' nigga, fresh to death, big ice.
(Yo Gotti)
Niggas say they smokin kush, they ain't smokin' regular,
(For Real?)
It's a drought so I whip it, I ain't sellin' regular.
(For Real..)
Cause I can take a quarter thing,
Whip it right,
Get a extra half a quarter,
And drop the price.
That's that dope boy shit if you ain't never heard,
How to get a half a chicken off of every bird.
Nigga that's my word,
(Nigga That's My Word)
you got the nerves,
(Got The Nerves)
Work wit them people,
(What)
Go tell on your people.
(What?!)
Nigga you's a bitch,
(Bitch)
Nigga you's a snitch,
(Snitch)
I just might catch you slippin',
I might just bust your shit.
You rap niggas,
(Rap Niggas)
Keep rappin' bout it, (Uhh)
But I was in the North, straight up sellin' dope up out it.
(Yup)
My brother home,
(Yup)
My money long,
(Yea)
My plug on the way and imma be gone.
[CHORUS 3 (OUTRO)]
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Bitch told, me, alright,
All she listens to is Yo Gotti and Gangsta Grillz,
She said that's all the dope boys rock to.
She asked me if I could introduce her to Yo Gotti,
And could she get Gangsta Grillz.
(HaHaHa)
I said which one you wanna do first,
[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold You Down And Deal With A Nigga If He Snitch You Out
[Chours: x2]
Its A Cold Game (Cold Game),Niggas Change (Niggas Change) Get Popped Get Popped Give Names(Give Names),Cut Deals (Cut Deals)Be For Real(Be For Real)Still Gon Do Time Why You Runnin Yo Lip
[Verse 1:]
Lil Daddy Let Me Stop You In Yo Motha Fuckin Tracks Whoppin And Hollin Loud Foul Talkin Bout Some Crack Clown Ass Nigga Tryin To Have Me Down Bad In A Cell Talkin Bout Some Shit I Use To Have But I Tryin To Go That Rout Just Cause It A Drisout And I Can Charge You A Lil Mo Cause Yo Homeboy Just Ran Perfect Setup For Me To Get My Ass Batted First Time Buyer Was Wired When He Came At It Greety Niggas Dont Last Think Fast And You'll Lose Study Yo Grind Take Yo Time Move Smooth Keep You A 9 Cause Niggas Just Might Pull A Move Dont Fuck With That Hard Cause That'll Bat That Ass To Personally Dawg This Shit Right Here From Me To You You Find It Ready 9 Out Of 10 Its Thats ? That Bull Shit You Know What I Mean Now Nigga Thats Water Wippin Microwave ? In Da Kitchen
[Chours x2]
[Verse 2:]
I Ain't Gon Say No Names But I'm Tell You Bout This Insident Undercover Informent Tryin To Play Innocent Hot Box Nigga You Know Powin All Kinda Shit Crack,Pills,Powder,And Guns All Kinda Shit 15 To 25 Years What He Was Facin Did Bout A Month In A Half Out On Probation Got A Lac Ext 22 Datons Say He Had Them Thangs Fo The Low And Niggas Was Hatin Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout This Nigga I Was Just Waitin Game Gon Reconize Game This Nigga Fakin My Homie Want A Shot With This Nigga Told'em You Crazy In ??????? Hene Get You Started In Da Game Out Here Free Lancin Takin Chances Shoppin With Everybody And They Mammy But He Didnt Listen Do Now He In Mason I Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout That Nigga I Was Just Waitin
[Chours]
[Verse 3:]
My Nigga Went To The Feds Bout Some Shit A Nigga Said Criminals Catchin Criminals Main Thats How They Play It Inditement Time When Them Folks Come To Yo Do Is Yo Go Nut Up Like A Ho Tell On Yo Folk Give'em A Blueprint On Every Nigga In Yo Click All Dem Ride-Or-Die Niggas Who Helped You Pay Yo Rent If So Then You A Bitch A Disgrace To The Game Snitch,Rat,Tatel Tell All Thats The Same Bang Nigga Need To Put A Hole On His Brain Let Cha Start Leakin Blood To Soka Up You Niggas Name Main Guess Thats Why I Bought A Pad And A Pen Caus E Fuckin With You Niggas In Da Streets I Won't Win
[Yo Gotti:]
I mean basically I name it 4 and 1/2 because it's a very special number to me 125 grams I mean some people may not even know what it mean but for the people who do this who it's for
[DJ Drama:]
Aight let me paint the picture use to always sit around talking bout how you was known in the streets when this music shit pop off he was out because he was so damn good at it so you got to the top an the streets still needed you what now
[Yo Gotti:]
Once upon a time in a small city Memphis it was some gangsta young niggas running round through north memphis getting money fucking hoes smoking kush chopper by the house another one by the bush [repeat] democrats no republicans like bush so we had that killer cali we coming in by the bush shoot a hundred bet hundred it ain't nun to me caught a plug take that work that was sum to me one move turned to another then niggas got greedy before you know it we rob the whole fucking city back against the wall cause now we going to war with the whole town caught some of my homies down bad with they guard down
[announcer:]
Yes this is tom anderson reporting live w.h.I.g.v. and I'm coming to you from north memphis were massive gun fire has sadden the community were a young man was shot several times outside of the community grocery store people let's please stop the violence if anybody have any suggestions please dail 527 - gunz
[Yo Gotti:]
A couple funerals had to mask up then the feds scoop have of the whole hood up a couple niggas started pointing fingers around the time back to the basics dropped and I had a nice single had the whole world saying watsup and the feds was trying to see what's watsup but fuck ya they had 11 witnesses who said they bought some or sold some to me niggas all in my business and this that real life no bullshitting this that straight facts no fiction I see hoe niggas and I just feel friction givem one to they head leave they top missing
[DJ Drama:]
Chorus: (x2)
You throw Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's all about the cases in the kitchen gonna make it!
Up down, up down, my top doing the matrix
…we'll run shit basic
Everything kitty, cocaine crazy
Bitch they hit my phone, they fucked out my situation.
DJ drop they got it, don't…
..you're gambling with your savings.
..doing numbers, I may need a helper
Bitch say she wanna fucking, so you know what nigger left for
Rose by the cases, … by the boxes
..I'm the shit, so how the fuck she gonna be cocky?
..get my eyes be Rocky
I pull up …
Chorus: (x2)
You throw Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's all about the cases in the kitchen gonna make it!
I… to the money in all upper cases
Trap on.. I stay down…
Hell on Earth, I say hello to my neighbor
Ghetto nigger got a mansion and…
Steel… I said get…
Try me in the club, we gonna… your ass inside it
All my hoes excited, damn your… cry
..getting mad, cause he think I'm gonna retire
..lawyer act for a dismissal
…I gotta set up for some Christmas
Me and you got it from Atlanta down to Memphis
Getting money I could pay you, niggers…
Chorus: (x2)
You count Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's all about the cases in the kitchen gonna make it!
..so the game it got bored
..drop the top and hit the horn
..I got a bitch from…
Can we do a…
Fuck and.. and she gonna follow me my…
Friends say she's whore
Talking about she gone
say she want that Luis bag I …
..you niggers know …
I could get your…
Why you niggers bitching with me, come down to…
..man, I guess they just don't get me!
Chorus: (x2)
You count Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
[Hook]
I feel like you can't stop me now, drop me now
Women wanna watch me now, jock me now
I feel like you can't stop me now, they love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper now
Got me payin' taxes now
Can't relax now
Got big corporations, sending me faxes now
More than just Yo now
CEO now
You see them diamonds and them ??? in my rope now
I'm on a roll now
Got me doing shows now
And when my album drops, it's certified gold now
Woah now
My pockets on swoll now
Hold now
Uncles Sam askin' how many units I sold now
Thinkin' bout makin' clothes now
Movies and videos now
Puttin it down for big dope boys, make all the noise now
Money come legit now, I put it in the bank now
Withdraw, ATM, from my account now
Check never bounce now
Plat by the once now
So many karats, that it's hard for me to count now
[Hook]
[Yo Gotti]
You ought to see the way I be ballin' now
You ought to see the way the girls be callin' now
Sweatin' me now, talkin' bout get married now
I'm laughin' now, she gettin' about her karats now
It's so funny that it hurt now
She think I'm Captain Kirk now
She ain't spending mine, unless she puttin' in work now
Got me cashin' checks now
Bout time for me to flex now
Bezzled-out Rolex now
Bout to buy a lake now
I refuse to quit now
Cause Gotti is the shit now
Never thought I'd drop a tape and come up wit a hit now
Take it how you wanna now
Don't smoke no marijauna now
That was in my younger days, like youngsters on the corner now
Platted out my grill now
Bout to sign a deal now
Moved into a crib now
Retired from the hill now
Tired of doing dirt now
My niggas on that yirk now
Feel like I owe the Lord, so I'm goin' to church now
[Hook]
[Yo Gotti]
Niggas got they hand out
Like I owe them somethin' now
Constantly askin me for VIP's to my shows now
See me in the street now
Break they neck to speak now
Made a few examples so I barely get beef now
My shit in the stoes (stores) now
Rollin' wit the pros now
Cause my shit is sellin' like the Ralph Lauren clothes now
Clicked up wit Dirt now, people do my track now
Never ever ever will you say my shit is wack now
[Don Dirty]
When you see us banged out in the stretch Lex wit the brains out
Done sold two million or mo' we gettin' change now
Don Dirty left the game on hold, it aint the same now
Police walkin round in plain clothes, and constantly layin 'round
Police filling phonies with friends,but try to spot me
Set a nigga up for 10 O's and still couldn't stop me
But they watch me
Run in my house just like a hobby
I'm a smooth mastermind in the game
They still cant stop me
[Talking]
Nope, It ain't happening, not over here. You ain't finna get a fast
motherfucking come up over here shawty. HELL NAW!!
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Shawty was so real back in '96
Before the big life all the ice and all the bricks
Was small time grindin', high school rhymin'
Just broke up with my bitch so it was like perfect timing
She wouldn't a dime piece, she wouldn't a nine piece
But bout a six or a seven but was real sweet
But she was gangsta in other words thugged-out
But she was trafficing and manufacturin' drugs out
She was a little older she was a little bolder
Than all my other hoes, she drove a blue Corolla
We used to walk to class, I used to hold her folder
You know that in-between green shit to win her over
But fuck it, I'm a soldier, by now she should've noticed
That ya boy gone spit vocals or gone sell yola
She had nice goals future thought-out with a plan
But let me tell you how this bitch was trying to break a man
[Chorus]
Tryin', tryin', to break a man
I don't understand
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I told you she was real, at least I thought she was
I fucked with her for years, but that was just because
The situation seemed like it was meant to be
Until the money came I thought we was the perfect team
I worked a little harder, yes, i was like my father
All through the rain, sleet, and snow like it was no tomorrow
I had to stack my dollars, real niggaz do real things like the lifetime in
volume 1 of Sean Carter
I started flippin' cars, she started flippin' out
I tried to figure out what the fuck she bitchin' bout
She go a little crazy, she got a little lazy
No more with future plans and goals she only talkin babies
I''m only talkin maybe
She constantly talkin' give me
Don't wanna hustle don't wanna work, I guess she out to get me
My money won't decrease by any circumstance
I ain't gone give you shit, you ain't gone break a man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Nakia Shine]
Now we didn't have a pot to piss in
Shawty that's when you would listen
My down ass Memphis bitch, just playin yo postion
This before you had my son, this before I had a name
This before i copped the deal, this before I let it WANG
Told you was my plan was to try to come up on some change
Do my music out of town, i got to hoppin' on the planes
All the time away from home, shit you wasn't in my trust
While I'm out of town Rap Hustlin', doing this shit for us
All of a sudden you need some space, so I let you breathe
Went and got yo own place, and I was wrong for lettin' you leave?
Now I'm back to fuckin' niggaz hoes, back to fuckin' bitched friends
Seen the spot I'm livin' in, got mad when I went and got the Benz
Now you want some dividends, now you wanna go to court
I give Nick everything he need, why you filing child support?
Left me, and now you hurt cause you ain't in my plans
You got me fucked up shawty and you tryin' to Break a man (DAMN)
Gotti) His a** look good in that casket,
Want it you can have it,
What the f*ck you got a gun fo,
If you won’t blast it?
Yo gotti nigga mister, mister AR-15,
Mister, mister turn yo good day into a bad dream,
Ridgecrest representer,smith, and westen total (I am)
I’m a Dopeboy, I’m a whole brick quota
Mister 18.5,Mister mix it wit the soda
Mister shot that Muthafu*kn choppa thru yo rover,
Im jus...Laid back chilln like I’m on purple,
F*ck around make a rap nigga commit murder,
My watch and my chain, jus notice they suicide,
You won’t it? gon try it, jus know thats suicide
‘cause I’m gonna blow your a** off,
Blow your a** off,
Rite der where you stand, Hop in the cutlass and blast off, Ima let dat unit speak
F*k all dat loud tawk,
Give his a** dem cold feet,
See how that help him walk,
Chorus
Ima blow your a** off,(I am) blow your a** off, (I am)
Blow your a** off,(I am), pu**y nigga wat?
Ima blow his a** off, blow his a** off,
Blow his a** off, blow his a** off, his ass off,
Blow your a** off, pu**y nigga wat?
Blow his a** off, blow his a** off,
Blow his a** off, blow his a** off,
pu**y nigga wat?
(Waka) These niggas thank im slippin, wat da f*k wrong with’em? H*es str8 in dem bullets, wear em lik a denim, I throw poision like venom, Waka Flocka Flame get em, Im on my Makieveli sh*t, i see death around the corner, one slip in im a goner, i kno dese niggas after me, why demons keep attackin me? dey ??? cars start backin me,so hate on me and knock me down, yall too late yal kant stop me now, i can onli stop myself, in the inside yal the ones who realli need the help, Bit*h im too real fo these muthf**kn cameras, poppin all wax, yall dont realli want the anna, (NOPE) yu kno how flock rockin, (HOW?) Shawti f*k rap,(F*K IT) i ratha risk my life hangin in the trap (RIVERDALLLLE!)
Bricksquad monopoly you can meet the bodybag (BRICKSQQQQUAD!) Leave dat boy still purple wit a toe tag (UGH) poink blank range shawti, close casket, waka flocka flame, im above the average.
Chorus
I’m gonna blow your a** off, (I am),
Blow your a** off (I am), blow your a** off (I am),
Blow ur a** off, blow ur ass off,
pu**y nigga wat?
I’m gonna blow his a** off, (I am),
Blow his a** off, blow his a** off,
Blow his a** off, blow his a** off,
Uma blow his a** off...
(Lito) Black glock extended clip, lik who want it with me? And im on it nigga, ya mama can get it, Broad day, no disguise,ill do it nigga, you the type to close ya eyes b4 you shoot a nigga, im da type open fire shoot str8 thru a nigga, if it was a movie, yu'll be advised cuz itz too explictited, i cant lie, i dun ben on quite a few missions, watch the news wit my crew, jus to make sure we aint ???,Mr landlord, cuz im so f*kin hoodie, thats a handgun, bit*h boy, shoot choppa bullets, yea dese niggas h*es, ion need a mask, its on sight h*e, so soon as i see ya BLAST! (BOW), hit the park, wife and kids, catch'em leavin church, my nigga want em too, he sed bet not let me see'em first (BOW), say uma do em bad, but uma do em worst, murkd his a**, now he ridin in a hearst h*e, BOW
Chorus
I’m blow your a** off, blow your a** off, I am,
Blow your a** off, I am, blow your a** off, I am,
pu**y nigga wat?
’m blow your a** off, blow your a** off,
Blow his a** off, blow his a** off, his a** off,
Blow your a** off, blow your a** off,
Blow your a** off, blow your a** off,
[Hook]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes hoes
brick, paints, pounds of dro fa sho
a young nigga living how he supposed ya know
[Yo Gotti]
I got sixteen 28 grams broke down to dimes
What's my life like nigga its a constant grind
You got seven eight or nine you can push on
Cause I'm a selfish nigga I want 10 strong
Oh no it happened again
Let me get a good flow of that dro again
Got phone blowin up like a high school bell
Plus the price sky rocket like dope in jail
Break it down in small portions fuck sellin a O
You'd rather make seven or eight or cock bound for da 4
I'm a hustla far from being a busta nigga
You got good game but still don't trust ya nigga
You can catch me in the neighborhood winter or summer
Spring or fall cause nigga I be selling it all
From junts to blunts blunts to bags and bags to O's
O's to pounds I'm just holding it down
[Hook x2]
[Yo Gotti]
I got 36 ounces blocked up pure yola
Make it times 2 once I hit it with the soda
Whip it up good in a beacon and a blender
Have it rock hard plus white as december
I switch up my raps yo I never go the same way
Plus I get a different prepaid every 30 days
So if I get jam I know where it came from
Rub my shit suitable never serve unusual
All money ain't good and all money ain't fine
Some money come with blood and some money come with time
Some money can't spend and some money ain't safe
Money in the wrong way I'll lead you to the wrong place
[Hook x2]
[Yo Gotti]
I got 8 or 9 paints and a bottle of kay row
And I woundn't give a fuck if you nod or stay woke
I just got back from the N Y C 250 a paint
Back in memphis tenn with drank
50 a ounce after I done added the bounce
45 get the nine and every dollar gone count
I'm a hustla don't make me say it again
I ain't trying to please a nigga I'm trying to stack some ends
The strong survive while the weak slowly dying
I'm congruent to them boys I'm out there slanging them pies
They never stop trying they never give up they gotta succeed
My life is like the saying nigga crack speed or weed
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then I'mma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 1]
Now all y'all niggas know pimpin' ain't dead
And these hoes followin' us like simon said
I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why
Cause the first time I seen a man cry
Was because a bitch
She broke his heart
She left him for dead
Though my h boom coon
Gast up the bitch head
Every nigga don't love you
He just tryin' to rich
And here the bitch fail for the shit(so hear this)
These niggas got a couple birds
You know how that go
We snatch a rumor that we heard
We finna vamp out
We rush in and ran in the door
In the ?????
The bitch start screamin'
I padded her on the ass
Job well done
We got what we wanted, it's to roll
I'm sittin' on a brick and half, nothin' but old
These niggas lookin stupid it's hard to swallow
Imagine a bitch taking every dollar you done earn
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 2]
Now you the hardest nigga in the hood
You talkin shit
But you weak than a motherfucker
We it comes to that bitch
You better watch before I knock her
And get cha hot
You suppose to be my nigga
But you huggin' your glock
You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me
Over a bitch, you wanna hurt me
You wanna curse me, put me on disc
You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me
Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes
It ain't over, I saw your hoe, ridin' in your rover
I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her
My nigga better watch your bitch, cause she been creepin'
My nigga me and your bitch, we been like sleepin'
She been talkin' about your stash and I been hurtin'
I gotta tech-nine in the mat I'm about to serve ya
Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya
Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 3]
You better watch your bitch, like you watch your mail
If you ain't train that bitch then you goin' to jail
Or gone be dead gone ????? but runs they mouth
Love to fantasize about they man cars and house
You can give the bitch the world
She still gone gice up that car
But you a nobody nigga that sellin' rocks on the block
You better watch your bitch cause I'm shinin' like diamonds
You bring her around me it's gone be a matter of time
For I fuck your bitch and let you know about it
If you a trick ass nigga you'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't throw no fuckin' fit about it
That's life and you really can't do shit about it
You wanna hi-side dick ride cause you think I'm on
You comin to me wrong tryin' to popcorn, bitch gone
For I catch a fuckin aggrivated, see you then violated
You told them folk that I was drug related
I gotta grudge with the judge she ??????
Domestic violence three years without parole
Watch your bitch, and stop your bitch, before your bitch
Get your ass in a world of shit
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I'll tale her name your name
And make a rap about it
(Well, Ya boy Gotti mane)
She was light bright damn near white with them Chinese eyes and big girl thighs and it was so many rumors and so many lies about my so many girls and so many wives then it broke up my home she left me alone and I was trying to explain to her on the phone but I'm like what is the use of telling the truth cause I was trained as a youth to do what I do so I'd tell her some lies to make her feel good like one day I'm moving you out the hood it went from kisses and hugs to pushes and shoves but that was all a part of fucking with thugs (come on)
If you is down and you'd steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you'd kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain't nothing but keeping it trill If you is down and you'd steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you'd kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain't nothing but keeping it (nothing but keeping it trill)
She just wanted to smile and wanted a child but I was ruinin her dreams by living to wild she said I need to calm down and act like a man and my response was like what the fuck is you sayin cause I was so caught up into moving that white that I was gone 24/7 a night and I didn't give a fuck if I was wrong or was right cause I was a d-boy living a d-boy life she was a school girl slash d-boy wife and it was in with the wrong and out with the right cause she was tracking and manufacturing drugs but that was all a part of fucking with thugs (come on)
If you is down and you'd steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you'd kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain't nothing but keeping it trill If you is down and you'd steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you'd kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain't nothing but keeping it (nothing but keeping it trill)
We was tighter than banging and cooler than friends we thought it would last forever and never would end and we'd get mad at each other and try to pretend like we was calling it quits wasn't speaking again we went our separate ways for a couple of days you know that separate phases some hell of days like uuh I regret it never doing her friend but it was the need of the moment and you know us men we just think without acting my mind was backtracking but still I say what I mean and I mean I say it's for real so play your position and show me some love cause that was all a part of fucking with thugs (come on)
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches with all
Up to no good in da hood but to play with my dawg
Been had six figures and that ain't no lie
I was fly class of 2000 at Trezvant High
I had gold like whoa! I just wanted to be
A fucking lawyer but that was to long for me
Never knew I'll rob with the blackout squad
I admit when I was young shit I had a job
That was cool at first but I had to get paid
A 150 dollars a week must think I'ma slave
Maybe that's the reason why niggas been fucking with birds
Got the urge and the nerves to kick a bitch to the curb
I'm bout tied of bitches asking me have I been in love
I'm a human being bitch til I do pump blood
Let the rumor do some shit that a nigga didn't like
When I was young and dumb didn't know wrong from right
My old man telling me young cat walk like
Out of mind out of sight now my head on right
[bridge]
Gotti-ah, gotti-ah, gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti-ah
[chorus x4]
I tried me a 9 to 5 but it'n work
Put my trust in a bitch end up getting nerved
[verse 2]
I was 12 years old in the blistering cold
I didn't want to get a job I want to sell me some more
I didn't want to go to church I wanted to get me some dough
Or a European Chevy with a matching vogue
They say I'm hateful ungrateful cuz I ain't faithful
Good things come and go but I'll miss them later
Tip so niggas know gotti ain't they savior
I'm just trying to fuck all these hoes while I'm able
Big bro in and out the door cutting paper
Lil bro keep them out seen them getting paper
Gotti ask them questions when I seen them at the table
What the fuck is that? and what you doing with that razor?
I'm dead fucking serious
And while he smoking on some dro
And laughing I'm getting more and more furious
Real life experience I seen it first hand
That's why I had to make a plan to get them Benjamins
[bridge]
[chorus x4]
[verse 3]
Nigga block on lock better tuck that shit
Ain't no motherfucker round that can fuck with this
Call nigga when they really won't infecting this
I&E; rap hustlas getting checks for this
How many niggas you know that can go come from above?
Without a bill on the real yeen ain't fucking with us
I be tripping off bitches when they holla at us
With the mind frame they gone get some dollars for us
This a health train come on bitch swallow the nut
And follow it up by getting the fuck off the bus
Catching the cut what don't speak on trust
Don't know what it mean and me speak no English
And me don't work me a thug me no jerk
Back in the day me got my feelings hurt
But never again catch me fucking a friend
Cheaaa
Ay you kno I'm lookin 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout
(Bur)
I'm talkin AboUt A Bitch lookin like she jus stepped out a magazine
I'm talkin niggaz I'm gon be somethin serious
(Gucci Mane)
Gotti here go twelve bars
Gucci mane got 9 cars
We dont call em dimes no more
09' we call em 5 stars
I'm a 5 star nigga, dats a 5 star clique
Dats a 645, dis new m6
Pay her bills get her hair fixed
Might even pay her rent
And the way she give it to me
Best money I eva spent
I can't even lie (why)
I'm so supa high (high)
Do not need her, will not keep her
Unless she supaFly
Gucci manes a thug b,
Ya man is a scrub see
She loves me now,
She loves you not
Yea all me bitches love me
And if you in atlanta
Look up gucci gurl and beep me
And we cand find a 5 star hotel
You can meet me
(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star bitch (3x)
Man dats a 5 star bitch, if ya credit score high
and ya nails stay fly, ya juice box wet
Nd ya head sum'n fine
You a five star bitch (4x)
I want a five star bitch
I need a 5 star bitch
I need a 5 star bitch
I want a five star bitch
(Yo Gotti)
It's ya boy yo gotti,
I do grade A shit
I'm the realist nigga walkin
And dis the remix,
And still I'm out here lookin
4 a 5 star bitch
When I catch her,
Ima bless her
Wit a 5 star kid
She a natural born hustla
She aint chasin no suckas
only mess wit real niggas
She aint neva fucked a busta
So ya cars nd ya jewlery
Dat she really dont excite
And all them hatin ass hoes
In da club wanna fight her
She was born in the "A",
Went to school in DC
Gotta job in Dallas Texas,
Then moved to tennessee
If you aint a 5 star,
Need to go ahead and face it
Fake gucci fake louie,
Shawty dat'll make you basic
(Chorus)
Dat aint a 5 star bitch
It aint a 5 star bitch (3x)
(Trina)
See I'm a 5 star bitch
Cause I aint dat otha bitch
She been stugglin for hers
From da womb I been rich
I aint gotta talk about da money
And da shoe game
All you gotta do is Google trina
See da proof man
Cause aint none of these hoes,
Doin shows in the recession
they cards get declined,
Now they sufferin a depression
While I'm spendin mills
Signin all kinda deals
I'm a 5 star bitch,
Eating 5 star meals
My whole life style
Like comin to America
All my Louie luggage
You see my bag
How I carry ha
Walkin through the airport
Like I'm in a parade on my hologram
Loggin on to e-Trade
(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star bitch (4x)
If yo credit score high, and nails stay fly
Keep ya juice box wet, nd ya head sum'n fine
You a five star bitch (4x)
I want a five star bitch
I need a 5 star bitch
I need a 5 star bitch
I want a five star bitch
(Nicki Minaj)
I just had a epiphany,
I need to go to Tiffany's
Fendi on my slippers,
And my cookies always slippery
I don't need help,
I pay da bills on time
So I be yellin "fuck em"
With a dildo sign
Five little mama, you a Three star
I aint sleepin when
I say I'm in my dream car
Oh did I stutta?
Harajuku hyphen,
BarBie... I'm hot
I think it's time to put the rice in
I was in the chair,
I was gluing my weave in
When you hit the stage
They was booin and leavin
Young money red flag,
No more auditions
Ask Lil Wayne who da 5 star bitch is!
(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star bitch(3x)
If ya credit score high
and ya name is tia
And ya nails stay fly
If ya juice box wet
And ya head sumin fly
Dats a 5 star bitch
I wanna 5 star bitch
I need a 5 star bitch
I wanna 5 star bitch
[Verse 1:]
I am top notch nigga
I do grade A shit
I'm a keep it 100
I wanna 5 star bitch
Talkin mouth game serious and can ride dat dick
Shawty walk like she talk like she kno dat she da shit
You dnt live witcha momma plus u moved up out da hood
Couple years on ya own and ya still doin good
You ain't fightin in da club u ain't on dat stupid shit
You ain't worried he got money you ain't on dat groupie shit
But still money make ya cum
Gotcha swagg game together
Gucci dis louie dat u gotcha bag game together
Gotta mean pump game and a sick shoe fetish
Say you left ya last nigga cause his ass was too petty
[Verse 2:]
If ya baby daddy left ya
Raised ya kids on ya own
And you need a real nigga put my numba in ya phone
If you never left da city
Neva been up outta MEMPHIS
I can be dat thug genie
Give ya three lil wishes
She a stone cold freak
She can get a nigga right
She can cook she can clean
Know how to treat a nigga right
Dats a 5 star bitch
Red bone so thick
Long hair don't care
Dereon outfit
Go to church every sunday
She a teacher at da school
Ya did it big last night
I had her drunker than a fool
Say she had to call in she could'nteven go to work
Told her come and let me put a couple hundreds in her purse
[Verse 3:]
You went to school to be a nurse
She's a AKA
Shawty fresh up out da hood but went to TENNESSEE STATE
And friend jus as fine swere to god I ain't lyin
She a DELTA she be throwin dat dynasty sign I
Pay for both of they tuition
Pay for both of they beautician
Coogi dis
Bb dat
And she luv tru religion
Dats a 5 star chick cause her future so bright
She gotta a cool sense of humor
And her attitude right
She go to real estate school
She do hair on da side
Went to school to practice law
I need her on my side
Dats a 5 star chick you a fool not to keep her
Dance floor silly
That AK-47 play this shit like 'A Milli'
(I'll bust yo head)
Yeah, it's ya boy from the M
Down with Cash Money n them
(Tryna duck dem feds)
Wrist game silly
Neck game feel it
Mane my car game killin
(You should see my rims)
That's a hundred fifty thou'
Got me ridin in the house
(You ain't shit like him)
Hold up I think I hear them people listenin
200 grand you should see the boy glistenin
None but hundreds you should call him Mr. Benjamin
Franklin, well fuck it nigga bring it then (come on)
Say the work back high but the kush low (low)
Them Mexicans they bring it to my front do' (yeah)
4 G's flat what a pound fo' (fo')
24 grand what a brick go
I'll supersoak yo corner with them muthafuckin choppas
If I catch you with that work betta pop lock and drop
it (yeah!)
I don't dance on them hoes, put my car in reverse
She see them fans on that hoe, I ain't playin with
these hoes
Mane my paint job drippin
Baby mama trippin heard that I was in the strip club
last nite tippin
Told her this my muthafuckin money, not yours
Said you need to stop getting on my muthafuckin nerves
Cause I'm full of dem pills and been sippin that syrup
And a nigga just ran off with like 2 or 3 birds
And my trigger finger itchin, when I catch him, I'm a
kill him
Get my bond money ready; I catch I'm a kill him
Big pistol like God (God), I don't even smoke
But I'm breakin down the 'gar with yo bitch in the car
Yeah I got yo baby mama high as a cloud
But I'm 'bout to put her out if she keep talking too
loud
Cause I'm tryna hear this muthafuckin new Lil Wayne
I'm like Bitch shut the fuck up and keep givin me
brains
Mane it's so much money that it's hard to stay sane
I'm just tryna stay focused and keep doin my thang
Quarter 5, leave tomorrow
Yeah we play games
Pull up at the club in a fleet of cocaine
White Georgia, White Lexus, White truck, White Benz
White on White leather chrome lips with them white rims
White girl, white boy shout out to my White friends
Mexicans, Colombians who help me bring that white in
I told my dawgz we was gon be rich one day.
HA Muthafuka I'm rolling, top drop in that lamborghini
bitch.
Tell it from wet willies
I just had a few martini's on the beach,
Ms Dior and she got on a bikini.
Pussy niggas in my city playin they don't wanna see me.
In my rollin rolls royce phantom with the chauffer
Back seat with my toaster
Standard clip don't need no holster.
I'm real like I'm supposed to
I swear tried to keep it kosher
Nigga kept on playin games wit me so I cold not look
overem
I'm 37 flights up in the sky I see the ocean mane trump
tower ocean view right down the street frim ocean view
Yea I been m.i.a. othaa niggas m.i.a
Don't you get it twisted its north memphis till my
dying day
Rolling
Live from the kitchen bitch thats on the way
Cm6 gangster grillz
We the moast anticipate
Streets mad damn gotti you had the whole world Waitin
Had to cook that shit again make sure it wasn't no soda
taste
I'm tha ether out the beaker streets been tweakin for
that gangster shit
Well here I go fresh out the bricks
Break me down take a hit
I am what I am & you not what you tryna be
Its my fault you a wannabe remember its only one of me
Gotti King I eat niggas like pihranhas
Yellow ice like a mcdonalds
Want that white meet me in the tunnnel
I go hard every summer I keep soft in the winter
Gave the streets that cm6 so in the hood its early
christmas
Rolling
N I ain't on the x-pill
I'm dollar sign high
You don't know how that feel
I don't need nothin
I'm just tryin shit
Gave my bitch my card n she just buyin shit.
I got a whole buncha bitches
Even mo haters
You just got the fed I need to see you fckin papers.
P.S.I P.S.I I need to read
To many niggas workin wit the feds you wouldn't believe
So no mo talkin on phones
Meetin no niggas talkin on songs
Regular nigga you ain't built like me
Gangster of the year I don't need no songs
That's regular weed nigga that ain't no strong
You a regular nigga so I know what you on.
Regular bitches doin extra ordinary shit
Head 3 hours long
Red bottom red bottom for my bitches
This jackin four beats so dj drama gone switch it.
Yeah I'm on my fuck the world chris brown shit they
trynaa hold me down shit
I came up wit anotha hit and they came back around
bitch
Fuck the industry fake muthafuckas
Niggas from yo city be the biggest hatin muthafuckas
Muthafucka I got sniper shooters
No pistol toters we rifel shooters
If I had my gun liscence would I be a rightful user
Or would I pick a fight and shoot a nigga
Gun abuser
Look at me now I'm gettin paper
Farahi 450a for my hater
Had a session wit wiz he smokin paper
My niggas smoke blunts and we kickin shit feelin
taylor'd
Trap house wide open, 31 flavors
Dope boy old school shit I need a pager
Junkies wanna get high now but pay me later nigga I
wont finance work I got no favors
White spider
White canem
Custom chrome rims bitch thats a couple bricks of yam.
I am
Asap stay strapped pussy nigga get slapped
They need too free my nigga Tip asap
Next award show first pussy nigga get slapped red
carpet red bottoms nigga fresh up out the trap
White cars white house I put it down round the map
DOPE BOY SHIT.
Ridin in the all white jag wit tha music too the max
yellin free bad ass
For I ever cashed a check I sold white out glad bags
Weighed up on the scale a couple million pounds of
grass
Its dry asap
I'm end up in a bag cause them niggas in my hood goin
hard and I ain't playin
DOPE BOY SHIT
Handle all problems asap
Pay the lawyer what he want and get the case throwed
out RICH NIGGA SHIT.
Hit the louie store and go and buy it out
SNITCH NIGGA SHIT
Catch a case and go an work it out
BITCH NIGGA SHIT
Need too get it cured asap
Nigga I don't wanna hear it hit you dead in yo mouf
REAL NIGGA SHIT
Am what I am that's that DOPE BOY, STREET NIGGA, I'D
DIE FOR MY RESPECT
Nawf memphis 901 nigga yeah thas where I'm at
And if a nigga lookin for me he can find me in the
crest
Posted up all day third wheelin hallway
Shootin dice wit my niggas tryin ta jump a hard 8
I got money money on my mother fuckin mind
All these twitter ass gangstas beefin on my time line
Log off SHUT IT DOWN
Nigga go and get a 9 ride down on that pussy let em
know whats on yo mind.
She finer den a B, ass and her T
Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Well, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Look at her prettier than Halle and thicker than Janet
She say she like all of my club bangers I be jammin'
I told her to bust it open let me see what's really
happenin'
She the ship and I'm the captain, I'm the captain
Booty bigger and the pussy be poaching that make me
happy
And I'm all the way in your city, I'm from Louisiana
So you gotta show me how your city do it for tha camera
Make it drop and bring it back to the top, I'm no
amateur, girl
You could give it to me, it ain't nothin' I can't
handle
She just got out of the shower smellin' like a scented
candle
And I'll bend her, bend her backwards,
I'll have her slidin' off the mattress
No movin', no actin', baby this real action
Beat it up so bad you be scared to walk past me
I know you're Halle Berry, baby this no actin'
I beat it up so bad you be scared to walk past me for
real
She finer den a B, ass and her T
Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Halle Berry you jazzy, and that's way past fine
Girl, you look like somethin' that's supposed to be on
the dance line
Incredible by the waist plus she got a pretty face
Even though she got class, she listen to UGK
I'm finna flip her through traffic with tha top back of
tha donk
Girl I guarantee I can make you go numb, numb, numb,
numb, numb
I got enough bread to take me and you to London
And back to America and all over the country
She make me wanna to keep her close by like a side kick
She the type of chick that ain't gon' never look sloppy
I'mma beat it out the frame, Hurricane that's who I be
You must be Halle Berry, I don't need to see your ID
She finer den a B, ass and her T
Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Gon' bob your head
(Head)
Gon' work your shoulder
(Shoulder)
Now what I just said girl do it on the D
Age ain't shit, I done got a lil' older
Me or you man, baby girl take a pick, which one?
She's so classy, she's so jazzy
Lil' momma blow like a rail
Do it on the D, she don't need no help
She say she got it, she do it all by herself
Do it, do it sick
Get so fine like a goddamn ticket, gave her a hickey
In order for a nigga like me to spend cash
You gotta bounce like shocks in your ass
You, bed, ass, work, start slow, faster
Mr. Halle Berry, Mr. Take Your B
Take her from tha club to tha car to tha D
Superstar
She finer den a B, ass and her T
Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
(Miss Berry)
Miss Berry, Miss Berry
I got drama on the beat and he be going crazy,
Tell it in the streets, I see them G are navy.
I hid a grip that's big, 'cause they don't want replace
Been it for the show, I'm selling out lately.
I'm rapping like I'm trapping, rapping like I'm
trapping,
Rapping, rapping like I'm trapping, I'm rapping like
I'm trapping.
Yeah, I've been going hard, know I can make it happen,
Asking what I'm doing, I tell 'em I'm rapping like I'm
trapping.
I'm rapping like I'm trapping, rapping like I'm
trapping,
I'm rapping like I'm trapping, rapping like I'm
trapping.
Yeah, I've been going hard, know I can make it happen,
Asking what I'm doing, I tell 'em I'm rapping like I'm
trapping.
Today gonna be a good one, one my niggas bug one,
Younger in the hood, I want a break, so I took one.
Begging on a cook one, promise I won't shoot one,
Bitch, I've got a million, now I'm trying to get jump
one.
Had to build a team, know that is a good one,
Looking for some more real niggas, but I ain't seen
none.
Rap your ass off, I'm a get my hands off,
Let you play with me, I'm a blow your ears off.
Lot of nigga rear me, think I'm any grand,
Talking money, money, money, but you'll never see 'em
shine.
Pearls up in your town, rolling with your damn,
Niggas say I'm hot, but bitch I think I'll clack.
I'm rapping like I'm trapping, rapping like I'm
trapping,
Rapping, rapping like I'm trapping, I'm rapping like
I'm trapping.
Yeah, I've been going hard, know I can make it happen,
Asking what I'm doing, I tell 'em I'm rapping like I'm
trapping.
These verses to it, I'm going hard, I say 'MW is still
a car.
You gotta look good for it, sure she ain't got no
heart.
The nigga's eggs, it's about feeling them, pussy, they
feeling them.
Niggas bad, bitches on 'em, baby on like souvenir.
My studio is my track spot, bring it down, might trap
hot,
Early in the street roll, my note pad is my stash bar,
I'm rapping like I'm shopping, my heels are just soppy,
My boot is in my kitchen, my engineer is shuffling.
I spit some, it's like whip, and I've got pirate's
vision,
Bad bitch, know I'm a bad bitch, I'm in the town, I had
shit.
My foundation established, probe niggas, I pass them,
Real talking, I see mad chips, real talk, I see mad
chips.
Two hundred bands, five hundred more,
I'm like the circus, I fuck the clowns.
Baby, I'm a surf around, fuck around, marathon around
the town.
Investigation tapping niggas rating 'till it fucks a
sneach.
You the type that never says, shit was for your served
bricks.
I'm busy like the tap fro, stacking paper every day,
This Friday like my afro, I got that bitch operate.
A nigga stay down, if it could, that's what the block
would say.
In the club like highway, Patron over this club and
pay.
Stacking like I'm banging, bitch they hear me saying,
The real niggas acting different when you gain the shit
they're changing.
I'm in the kitchen, rapping, in the loose, snapping,
Whatever happens, happens, I'm just trapping like I'm
rapping.
I'm rapping like I'm trapping, rapping like I'm
trapping,
Rapping, rapping like I'm trapping, I'm rapping like
I'm trapping.
Yeah, I've been going hard, know I can make it happen,
Asking what I'm doing, I tell 'em I'm rapping like I'm
trapping.
I'm rapping like I'm trapping, rapping like I'm
trapping,
I'm rapping like I'm trapping, rapping like I'm
trapping.
Yeah, I've been going hard, know I can make it happen,
Asking what I'm doing, I tell 'em I'm rapping like I'm
[Intro]Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha birds (X4)
[Over intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)]Yo,
it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane, brrrr
(This that straight my, straight my)
[Chorus]Money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all, money all day
[Bun B - Verse 1]Say mane, no matta where I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be like me, then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can't nair nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day fuckin' long
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti - Verse 2]Money totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Rubber bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash
Maserati for the wash, that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, this money here
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows
Count money all day, count money all night
Trust no one wit' my paper, so I count my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen
[Chorus]
[Gucci Mane - Verse 3]It's me Gucci
I'm the shit bitch you smell me
Ain't no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her
Believe me I'm a giant, leave it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my paper plus my cojan on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million ties and sold your guys for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, please don't change the channel ma
Roll the windows down back up
In my Phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner, naw
Don't you want this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras
Yeah, aye we finally here niggah
i like to introduce ya to my band one of em name mr porex, mr pot mr bacon-soda (ha) know what i mean? .
it go live from the kitchen Li-li-live from the kitchen,
its just me and my bands 2x; bacon-soda test tube pot and the pans .
(verse 1)
Live from the kitchen well over do, 10 mixtapes + i got a porsh in Bancoop Yea that bitch got 4 does i got 4 hoes on my scrude up click shit got me tipin on foe-foess yeah they ran in my spot them bitches kicked down both does convascated both of my choopas and took pictuers of both stoves gang tags been on my ass yeah they raded both my shows say im wearin to much white i told em i represent that bloww
Li-li-live from the kitchen,
Waka Flocka Flame:[BRICK SQUAD!
]Two 23 hanging with the 50 clip 51 and 50 mama dont
know u fuckin wit whole clique strapped up i aint never
bump like this before say fuck gucci and im kickin
down yo mama door the step child of hip hop u can call
me gangsta hop whole clique gantsa out they prayin
that to gangsta flock soowoo to my bloods and bump
this shout out to the west money over bitches so i
put on my chest north side jamiaca queens you can call
that shit my stalkin grounds get yo ass stomped out
pistol whipped or beat down pass that white sheet now
bet that boy sleep now gucci mane and flocka you call
[Verse 1:]Yeah, usher baby, you can't really fuck with me
This club is crowded we should go teddy got room but
I got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl
that's what's up (that's what's up)one more drink and
we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin ya
but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,
don't start no stuff, I know you wanna leave with me,
you wanna be seen with me and I can't lie girl you
fine as hell and I might let you be with me,
I know you wanna come with me,
come take a ride with me don't be shy girl least not to night girl
[Chorus:]Club is crowded we should go teddy got room
but I got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby
girl that's what's up(that's what's up)one more drink
and we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin
ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,
don't start no stuff, there's too many woman here to
waste all my time on you, oh what ya gonna do girl,
I know I can have any one of you if I choose I.
. I choose you I choose I say ay you get in my car,
get in my car you know you wanna ride
[Verse 2:]That yo girl lookin at me,
be cool where y'all wanna be,
me on you her on me, if you feelin free we can do it
three, don't put the covers on us,
girl gon make ya mind up, come back to my crib get
ya feet up, make love til it's kids kids kids kids kids
[Chorus:]Club is crowded we should go teddy got room
but I got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby
girl that's what's up(that's what's up)one more drink
and we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin
ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,
don't start no stuff, there's too many woman here to
waste all my time on you, oh what ya gonna do girl,
I know I can have any one of you if I choose I.
. I choose you I choose I say ay you get in my car,
get in my car you know you wanna ride
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]The club look jumpin what about
after the car lookin fly what about ya trousers when
the door lift up and it lay back down when it push
back start and it hit one mile when the bar shut down
and it's no more drinking I know how ya feelin know
what ya thinkin usher got in the same club only if
ya had a better fit up in the weekend only if I had
that I'll break ten I ain't got time to be waitin on
ya I'm yo gotti baby feel like the whole world waitin
on ya different swag different trill pay for tags different
bill perfect smile different grill loui shades they
for real same pola different hood black pola matchin
hood green money rubberbands but guess I'm understood
wassup was hannin was up was hannin wassup was hannin
was up was hannin I say hey you get in my car get in
my car you know you wanna ride
[Chorus]Club is crowded we should go teddy got room
but I got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby
girl that's what's up(that's what's up)one more drink
and we ready to cut you tuggin my front I'm squeezin
ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,
don't start no stuff, there's too many woman here to
waste all my time on you, oh what ya gonna do girl,
I know I can have any one of you if I choose I.
. I choose you I choose I say ay you get in my car,
*** I'm major, that *** nothin'
Young *** old money 'Benjamin Button'
Seein' through your 'Poker Face' that *** bluffin'
Ladies goin' gaga for *** tryin' to *** 'em
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin'
And I got the A-R, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counselin'? Why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong naughts in the mall like *** it?
Pull up at the stop light, lookin' at this cop like
Yeah, I drive big ***, naw my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
'Cause life ain't nothin' but *** and money
I don't know what is but somethin' inside
When you've got attention you just can't hide
Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind
I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine
I know this now, the good ones ride
But I need that diss, I need that rhyme
I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme
This is sameness and that's why I'm
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom
5 stars love but them haters can stand 'em
UK money, 150 thousand pounds
All white lim sittin' low to the ground
I just joined the game, the millionaire boys club
Gave me box of bakin' soda and skate board
I'm in the kitchen puttin' the work on steroids
Pickin' out blands for the Feds, I'm paranoid
Now I ain't playin', never how, I'm millionaire
I know this for four doors, so how it ain't gonna sit in them
Showin' off little momma, goin' hard little daddy
Yo Gotti homeboy and I'm a walkin' dope pick
I don't know what is but somethin' inside
When you've got attention you just can't hide
Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind
I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine
I know this now, the good ones ride
But I need that diss, I need that rhyme
I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme
This is sameness and that's why I'm
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
I'm from the era, of letter to the better
They tell me rap change, well, I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They *** her out, there's nothin' left to treasure
Seems all I hear 'em say ***, where them dollars at?
Here they go right here till 'em *** holla back
Hit it then I quit it, then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feelin' like I'm all of that
Re-Up game trinity 'Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right them haters tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off that energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
I don't know what is but somethin' inside
When you've got attention you just can't hide
Comparin' these faces inside of my mind
I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine
I know this now, the good ones ride
But I need that diss, I need that rhyme
I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme
This is sameness and that's why I'm
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
[Chorus]Why you lookin' like that?
Stop lookin' like that
Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog
That'll get you fucked up
Why you lookin' like that?
That'll get you fucked up, stop lookin' at my dog
Why you lookin' like that?
Stop lookin' like that
Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
[Yo Gotti]Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin' at me? Hear a nigga
I ain't ya bitch
You don't want a street nigga that have to get wit this
shit
'cause I ain't gon' quit
Til 'em choppa bullet flippin
They spleens, layin' all lower then yo chest or ya chin
Man I'm in it to win
I give a fuck bout a friend
I care more bout the dough, and even more bout the Benz
Niggaz look at my chain, then they clutchin' they
burners
They think they got us, we ?? finna get ugly this
summer
Yeah I roll with a stunna, I got a lot on the line
But still its kill or be killed before a nigga take
mine
I give a pass to niggaz, when they look at my bitch
Just they admire her walk, or just impress that she
thick
I'm reppin' Southside ?? nigga, nigga Yo Gotti!
Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body
Royce 5'9" and them hustles out of Detroit
Get it how we get it 'cause they importin' Ex boy
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]Why you so hard nigga? Pause
I done tried so many times
To get my violent temper to comply with my mature side
But the other side is where the 45 is, hidin'
And I'm fa' sho childish, hi, I'm countin'
1, 2, seeking you niggaz with the peace, with the peek-
a-boo trigger
When I come, through, with the honorable spirit
Eyes lighting up with shine like the "Chronicles of
Riddick"
Nigga forget it
Nine times outta ten, times' on my side
If your nines in the car, 'cause mines on my side
Why you lookin' like dat?
Nigga ain't no hoes here
I'm about to ask the waitress what she put in yo' beer
We can get it on, we can do whatever boy (whatever boy)
Don't you ever push your pedal, pump your brake
Better untwist your face
Spoken word, mixed with school, mixed with crunk
This should hit you, get you pump, if it get you drunk
It can get you jump!
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]Bitches trip, niggaz quick
To pull out they chains on sight
Niggaz flip, soon as they announce my name on the mic
So I, gotta kinda watch them niggaz
You know them niggaz roll up beside you
You don't know if they like your car, they don't like
By the way they lookin', you can't tell if they
grimmin'
you or admiring you
Whether envy you when they see your tires spinnin'
So you greet 'em as polite-
ly as possible, that nine sit on yo lap,
be disrespectful then you leave 'em at the light
Hit that window and squeeze that toaster
Pull off fast and I promise
That I just put his Regal in 3-wheel motion without
havin' hydraulics
I call it like I see it
Walk it like I did it
Nigga coughin' up yo kidney
Cough, talkin' bout the kid
My people, I came expectin' the same kinda respect that
you want
Some of you steppin' in something by coming and testing
it once
They won't let you do nothin' unless you cutting a
check
Let me ask you a couple a questions, nigga
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
I gotta white Bent, white pit, even gotta white bitch
When I say white I mean whiter den a light switch
White this, white that in my white sox hat
Used 2 hide dem white packs where my white socks at
Niggas say he so white, he tellin' a white lie
Neva sold no white and he ain't neva see a white pie
Man, I swear to god I'm being followed by a white guy
On ya boy man, I mean harder den a white tie
White roll white wheels whiter den some white pills
White S550 sittin' on some white hills
Niggas thinkin' furs 4 da winter, I'm thinkin' white fox
Pull up in the white ford, dually on sum white shocks
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
It's a white world, all white land
Mr. Everything white and the snowman
White men can't jump but the work can
And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can
Two shifts both stoves me and young
Streets talkin' this the realest shit y'all eva done
Heard if it was snowin' in the summer would the world end
I'm talkin' rain and quarter ounce will get yo ass in
Mayonnaise whip, cottage cheese seats
Marshmallow rims, yeah, dat bitch a beast
White Camaro, black stripes call it Tiger Woods
White girl under par birdies in the hood
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
I gotta all white Harley jets even match my boat, man
Get dem white boy checks ask my white postman
White socks, white draws, Polo white tee
Triple white turbo ooh, I think she like me
Past right by a white flash like what was that?
Niggas still wearin' fruity stones man who does that?
White platinum gold rolly with the white stones
Lookin' betta den Lisa Raye in a white thong
Somewhere on a white beach in some white sand
Layin' in a white bucket, million white snowman
White sky, white clouds, you say it's a white day
White sky, white clouds, I say it look like yay
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
[Young Capone talking:]
Check this out hommie
Check this out homeboy
Dis ya boy Young Capone (Young Capone off in dis here)
Got that nigga Daz on this mutha fucka wit me
Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me
(Mr. clean)
Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking
muthafucka done lost it or something (Think a nigga
lost it)
Check this out
Yall know what this is
So So Def
[Chorus:]
Im hot (Im hot)
And im back (And im back)
If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass)
Cause im smooth (Im smooth)
And im cool (And im cool)
And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a
muthafuckin fool)
See you a lame (You a lame)
And you a sucka (And you a sucka)
And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No
muthafuckin bustas)
I keep it real (I keep it real)
Cause im a G (Cause im a G)
And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!)
[Mr. Clean:]
Its mr clean the money go getter
And u better stay away if u a bustar ass nigga
Find a nigga thats a reala playa thats a not
Call us 38 hundered mutha fucka im hot
Imitate u like a rash get off in yo ass
Gaureented to make the crowd duck and run when i blast
Try to play us for the cash and nigga you will die
We dont go to high school but we go to school high
Have yo family askin why
If u ever test boi u dealin wit some niggas that dont
go wit disrespect
You can still rep yo set just do it ova there
Aint no talkin about bodys pussy nigga we dont care
Mutha fucka!
[Chorus:]
Im hot (Im hot)
And im back (And im back)
If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass)
Cause im smooth (Im smooth)
And im cool (And im cool)
And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a
muthafuckin fool)
See you a lame (You a lame)
And you a sucka (And you a sucka)
And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No
muthafuckin bustas)
I keep it real (I keep it real)
Cause im a G (Cause im a G)
And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!)
[DJ:]
Young Capone Holla at the people
[Young Capone:]
Now please pardon my french cause i dont mean to be
rude
But its so much that i take these pussy niggas to
school
And act a fool if they think of disrespecting the team
Pop the trunk get the gat and introduce them to the
beam
Best believe every nigga in the squad got a strap
Keep the chooper in the trunk and the gats in the lap
Fuck around and get clapped for poppin at the trap
Real niggas hold it down pussy niggas get slapped
Tryin to give a nigga dap but kick a hater
Move aside jesus and his squad im the muthafuckin truth
Treeruff is too i dumpin at you booth
Befor i leave this muthafucka imma teach u bout the
dude
[Chorus:]
Im hot (Im hot)
And im back (And im back)
If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass)
Cause im smooth (Im smooth)
And im cool (And im cool)
And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a
muthafuckin fool)
See you a lame (You a lame)
And you a sucka (And you a sucka)
And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No
muthafuckin bustas)
I keep it real (I keep it real)
Cause im a G (Cause im a G)
And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!)
[Daz:]
Look in the eyes of a young g hustling for the future
Duck and drive by let them so so (?)
Duking it out load up them choppers ghetto birds
helicopters squad cars
You know we living that dog pound (we living like
usual)
You trip nigga (POW POW)
Thats wat we do to you
Tory (?) smoking the blunt of the fire
You see we wont stop stop sttill we retire
Get it higher higher levitate it up in the air
So you better be ready for a crew yellin "We dont
care!"
So get what you suposed to meet us in the parking lot
Bring ya gloves wit plenty blunts
Cause we like starting (?)
[Chorus:]
Im hot (Im hot)
And im back (And im back)
If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass)
Cause im smooth (Im smooth)
And im cool (And im cool)
And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a
muthafuckin fool)
See you a lame (You a lame)
And you a sucka (And you a sucka)
And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No
muthafuckin bustas)
I keep it real (I keep it real)
Cause im a G (Cause im a G)
White girl, white girl, shy girl, shy girl
White girl, white girl, night girl, night girl
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm from East Atlanta where they ten out fangas
Got a white girlfriend she be acting up her anus
She can get you knocked out with a point of a finger
And she don't talk to strangers, she got red tangas
Got coke in the strange and the lawyer with ain't her
So you hard so you soft, she got all kinds of angles
And it's California kush she got me talking like I'm Done (Done)
Playing with my money then I'm calling my attorney
And them people can't believe that Gucci man got jungle fever
And I think I love this girl because her price is hella cheaper
And like lu said it's better to loose a love than love a leaver
Running around town with them choppers about the same size...
[Hook]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I'm in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I'm in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I'm in the club full of white girls (white girls)
I'll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Mexican, hose, Virgina you don't say
Chopper bullets, rotate
Hundred round AK
Young nigga thug b! tching on color back
Pocket full of money and all I'm taking dollars eh
White girl crazy, rich ones got lazy
Never been a racist, a white girl pay me
My credit card bank new b! tch brown skin
Duffle bag full of that green shit
Ain't nothing like my white friend
White benz, white on white
Rolling on my grown man
30 corners in that b! tch narrow with them thangs
I love that white girl, and I beat her like a mushay
Rich crystal promise got you screaming like the OG
[Hook]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I'm in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I'm in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I'm in the club full of white girls (white girls)
I'll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Creep out through the day, creature of the night
Let her sit on your face, she'll get you high as a kite
She knows just what you like, I know just what you need
If them white girls you like, bet I got one of your type
Have a blunt for the day, brunette for the night
She got my pockets eight I bring her out in the light
I got the crowd I got them
I got them vans (its Gucci)
I got her ticked off in my van
She fuck with me cause I'm the man
I'm passing kush out to my fans
And I don't think you understand
She got me folding other brands
[Hook]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I'm in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I'm in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I'm in the club full of white girls (white girls)
[Chorus - Schife]Spent thirty in the mall
Going loco with the cake
Five cars sitting tall
Going loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali' bud
Going loco with the cake
Then I hit the strip club
Going loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Going loco with the cake
Then I Guccied up my bitch
Going loco with the cake
Repping five with the pimps
Going loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Going loco with the cake
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]Now hold up, wait a minute let the bad boy in it
I been off for about a minute
Now it's minutes on this grizzy
Where you been?
To every city, stacking money to the ceiling
Rubber bands, twenty grands in my pants, fuck with me!
I am Ace to the double O D, and I got to O.D. with all this cream
Going in loco, hello fellow yellow off Camaro
They know who it is!
Switching gears, boy you see what's in his ears
Piece of freezer on my chest, think my jeweler made a mess
Got me twenty chains on, you can't even see my neck
Always on the phone with money, boy they know I'm so obsessed
Underrated in the game, but I die for my respect
We the Best, Ace Hood, cut the motherfucking check nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]I'm going loco with the cake, I think I lost my mind
Get Emmitt on the phone, because I can't see the time
He put diamonds in the face, he done tricked a nigga again
Talked me into buying a necklace when I could've bought a Benz
I'm going loco in the hood, you local in your hood
I got four mojos in the trunk, a 502 under the hood
That's a hundred grand Cutlass, a five star bitch
And if you think I ain't thugging, I go loco in this bitch
Thirty two shot Glock, clip hanging out the bottom
Let off, but I missed and my young niggas got him
Yo Gotti fuck nigga, you think you go harder?
Just rein script off Galveston, we loco with them choppers
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Dro]Sniper boy, rifle boy, piper boy, Spyder toy
All my rims Eiffel boy, kush I need a lighter boy
Ether G, GSG, P$C, BAD, OMG, TTG, CTE, we be deep
P.O.L.O. PRP, AR he, they are we
SRT, SRG, Sergeant Dro, yes I be
Plus I got that vest, Bankhead you can't flex on me
Westside bitch I'm in the club, I got that TEC on me
Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me
Spending twenty at the bar, whole club, that's on me
Hunt it out, call it out, count it up, ball it out
I'm turning up, I'm turning up
Dro that what they talking about
[Gucci Mane - Verse 1]Ridiculous,
it's hilarious how yo' girl is starin' kid
All the flows I carry stickin'
It ain't no comparison the clarity is excellent
Breitling cost ya budget bitch that's why a nigga flexin' it
Coulda bought a mini mansion but I bought a necklace
Coulda bought a Bentley but instead I bought a Chevrolet
Donk is sittin' ridiculous, thaik I'm hittin' switches bitch
Nah them ain't no switches
Bitches chrome liftes 26's
Trap house with 'bout twenty kitchens
Twenty chickens
Twenty minutes
Twenty chickens
Twenty minutes
I'ma scratch out every penny
Two will make a three and that one will bring an extra twenty
I was gettin' it, I admit it
But right now I'm extra gettin' it
MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double
Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble
MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double
Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble
[Gucci Mane - Chorus]150 grand on both wrists
This shit ridiculous
Rims cost a whole chicken
This shit ridiculous
Chain cost a whole ticket
This shit ridiculous
Hummer truck on thirty inches
This shit ridiculous
[Yo Gotti - Chorus]Sixteen for a whole chicken
This shit ridiculous
Powder 'round the whole kitchen
This shit ridiculous
Watch ya mouth cuz the FEDS listenin'
This shit ridiculous
Watch ya boy, cuz that nigga's snitchin'
This shit ridiculous
[Yo Gotti - Verse 2]New Benz
That bitch ridiculous
Vitamin Water paint job and I ain't 50 Cent
Big Bird yellow D's no Sesame Street
Cookie Monster of the hood cuz I love to eat
Ridiculous watch
Ridiculous chain
Ridiculous bitch, cuz she got Ridiculous brain
She ridiculous thick
I don't remember her name, ridiculous dog got to treat hoes the same
I'll take 'em the linens, I'll might buy all purse
She gon' fuck all my niggas
She gon' ride with that work
Ridiculous whip
Ridiculous crib
Ridiculous life that's just the way that I live
You a hater
Dick in the ass taker
Fake ass gangsta with a fake ass Jacob
Moscow nigga look at the shit you make up
Cocaine cowboy look at this shit I shake-up
(Intro)
Ay Nigga..
When You Talkin' Memphis You Talkin' Me..
Nigga I Am Memphis
Who The Only Motherfucker With A Half A Million Dollars
Worth Of Cars & Everything White Biotch ?
I'm Cocaine Crazy!
To My City North Memphis Where They Get Get It Gutta
& I Learned How To Sell Cocaine From My Big Brother
While Tryna Tell My Sister To Carry Her Ass To School
Gotta Do The Right Thing Cuz Your Brother Breakin The
Rules
What An Inspiration
What A Role Model
Man I'm Tryna Follow Footsteps Of My Father
& He A OG Nigga Straight Outta Hyde Park
It Took Me So Many Years To Get Along With Hyde Park
I Left That V Shit Alone & Took Upon A Job
I Put The North On The Map
Each & Every Part ,
Each & Every Hood ,
Every Single Gangsta ,
All The Dope Boys ,
& Every Gang Banger,
Would You Believe Me If I Told You I Was A Millionaire
My Lamborghini Paid For .
& The Truth Is I Don't Fuckin' Care
I Don't Respect Money
Respect Real Niggas
Want For Money Only Get You Killed Nigga
Can't Buy Love ,
Can't Hide Hate
100% Percent Fact ,
Most Niggas Fake ,
Most Bitches Lie ,
But Some Bitches Don't ,
Most Niggas Change ,
But My Niggas Won't
Nigga Welcome To Memphis
I'm In The Kitchen
Sunday Night It's Goin Down,
Fall in at Visions
Pop Me Some Bottles,
Find Me Some Bitches
Just Gimme A Room,
Handle My Business
Goin To River (River)
Look At The Bridge (Bridge)
Blunt To The Head
Think Bout The Shit That I Did
Walk In The Bank ,
Everyone Helps
Walkin' Outta The Bank ,
& I'm Feelin' Myself
Cut On The TV ,
& I'm Seein' Myself
Real Talk Dawg I Really Like Bein Myself
BET , MTV I'm Seein' Myself,
Real Talk Dawg I Really Like Bein Myself (Gotti!)
Really Like Bein Myself (Gotti!)
(Outro)
If I Was You I Would Wanna Be Me Too.
Broke Ass Niggas!
Ha Ha Ha!
Niggas Just... Wanna Rap Like Gotti.
Niggas Got A Fake Gotti Twitter Page.
All Kind Of Shit.
Feelin' Myself ,
Said I'm Feelin' Myself
Bein' Myself
I had the green in my auntie house, like Jeezy
Guns in my grandma, fo' sheezy
Baby mama holding that work, and that's real
A nigga took something from Gotti and got killed
Shady pistol drive, we posted up on the hill
And the grams and the halves for fifty, how I feel
I got it, been had it since '95
'73 Monte green, twenty inch tires
(Southern Smoke!)
Pop where that chicken
Right back on the street, with they snitching ass
Say my name, you won't get
Got the beam on the top, let's hit it
I went to school with a phone and a pager
Because a nigga major was selling niggas major
Prices got outrageous, niggas started robbing
Gotti got a chopper, chop a nigga block
Boom, boom, like a fucking helicopter
Sandwich bag, razor, quarter thing in a locker
You was working 9 to 5's, I was slinging blocks up
I was sipping Cristal, you were drinking vodka
I'ma keep a pistol, all my niggas locked
Gudda doing ten, but they still can't stop us
I'ma hold the block up, got it on my shoulder
'67 drop, worth the price of a Rover
Macked out, blacked out, old school Nova
Lights out, hang out, fuck a nigga Hova
Bitch get your mind right, thought a nigga told you
Yo Gotti from the north, I'm a dirty south soldier
Full time grinder, dirty south boss
Spent sixty five thou' on a white and yellow cross
Another forty five for a white and yellow chain
Another thirty five just to let you know my name
I'm back to the basics, I'm back to the block
I never left the dope alone, I never left the Glocks
I never closed shop, I never left the city
To you hate motherfuckers, if you want me come get me
I'm still in the same hood, still do the same shit
Still got the same homies, still fuck the same bitch
Got a plan to get money? I'm with it
I’m from the hard knock life, that all white lie,
Pop it with it at the phone when they’re getting that
bad life,
Nigger goes like gospel, kills me in the chorus with
the drop head after,
You’re a sleight master, you don’t care, barely in the
blur,
And I ain't enjoying team, ‘cause I have my own line.
Got my own man, saw my own math, fifty one hundred like
a hundred’s on time.
Won’t you put your hand on that pot?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you bush your first glock?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you jump off that porch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
I’m from the hard knock life, that all black lights,
It’s making sales on a mountain bike, yeah, that’s that
crack life
Bring the whole one down and sell ‘em on next,
Couple days later, four door six.
Lord, I love shimy spray every day’s a hiny day,
Fuck, you think we’ll charge you like you ... it
anyway.
Yeah, just look at those that took a nap,
When you’re on the road to riches, nigger, ain’t no
looking back.
Won’t you put your hand on that pot?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you bush your first glock?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you jump off that porch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Shots five men down, says he was hands down
Pull the brutality, nigger, the reality
Trade the money all in a black hoodie
You nigger big and fat, waiting for a bully
Big babies is the world on drugs,
What you’re seeing in, you see my god damn pearl
Why you fit here you see my god damn self
I have more love for these streets than my god damn
self
Won’t you put your hand on that pot?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you bush your first glock?
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Won’t you jump off that porch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah nigger
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Young nigger’s wiling, shooting shit rapidly
To give him ten years, they do that happily
They don’t understand, they bring him down the faculty
And wait about to front, is this the nigger’s that some
back on me
Grown man be at, that’s how you handle it,
Reputation is everything, it’s over when you’re
damaging
Money is easy to get, is just hard to manage it,
Always remember the rules before you put your hand in
Before you put your hand in it
You got to be the man in it,
You got to understand it, got to know the rules of the
game,
Got to sacrifice, gotta know to fight,
Give your sin as for it break away
Is your record clean? Lord knows it’s a poor sight,
Caught up in the snitch-snatch, will you imagine that?
Remember what I told you, fuck you, you can turn your
back now
Once upon a time he a really, he a redneck
Never turn your back on niggers that you thug with,
Bitch that you really like never fall in love with
Never seen you plug with the money up front,
If you smoke get your own ‘cause don’t hit a nigger
blunt
Remember, dog, go sales and bitches gonna leave soon
Niggers go to jail, so that’s a day from hell
You nigger all will think that he’ll ...
Now he ain’t do these bitches on the wall and his male
But he ain’t tell, so niggers got salute him
And when you hit the streets again, making sure he eat
again
He won’t be a beast again, he don’t have to kill again
(What you got?) Racks on racks on racks
(He got) Racks on racks on racks
(We got) Racks on racks on racks
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got racks on racks on racks
(She got) Racks on racks on racks
(They got) Racks on racks on racks
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I keep that tool
That racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All around the globe, bein' on TV
Everywhere you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans
I'm so fly I don't even got wings
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on lean
That shoebox shit, over with
She put it on the rack, won't notice it
My bank 'count, commas all over it
Racks on racks on racks
Young Jeezy
Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard
knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart
stop
Every night's a weekend, every day's a Friday night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?
Wiz Khalifa
Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on
top of that
Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap
Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga,
it's a wrap
Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even talk 'less you got the check,
I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna
fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one bigger
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick
Down
Waka Flocka Flame
(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of
stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!
), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!
), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two
times if you druuuunk
Got a bad bitch from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do everything I say (Okay!)
Go crazy when she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on replay (Flocka!)
Got racks you don't understand (Uh-huh)
Money long from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a trance
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Cyhi The Prynce
Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big chips
Blue money like six Crips
Switch gears like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all flip whips
Catch us smokin' that quick trip
Pitch piff, that's a handspring
I like to call that a quick flip
Pull triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my damn thing
Baby blood with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can't sing
Got the seven on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and this bitch dirty
I'm the best, hands down
They nicknamed me 6:30
I'm wit' Young Dose and YC
Readell Road, that's my street
Ask around on the Eastside
I'm the s-h-i-t
Bun B
Bun B, I'm underground king
In the candy-painted car on swang
With the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a damn thang
Fifth wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit stains
With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on neon lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep that P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, that's me
If you don't recognize, you gon' see
I'm a straight-up trill OG
In a black-on-black-on-black
Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I will attack
It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that
B.o.B
Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
No, not bombs over Baghdad
But on the track, you can call me Hussein
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the
plane with a turban
But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, exit row, emergency
(Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no wonder I'm
electrifying
Fuck a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power
outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel
Tower
Yo Gotti
Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of scales
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of yell'
Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 proof
Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it look like lights on lights
on lights
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Wale
Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call
back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call
you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent,
ridin' around with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm
smoother than alopecia skin
I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I
be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more
I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks
is Nordstrom's
Cory Gunz
The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of
my slacks
From the X to the MACs in the Ac,
if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat
Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em
like bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em
like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma
bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with
a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like
four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since
like fourth grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no
chains, I'm a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was
thinkin' it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day 'til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the
Lay's
Bitch
Dose
Got Activist in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my
brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin'
like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my
pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps
stuntin'
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my
brother
Cory Mo
Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, black on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
Check my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Posted up just like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, Texas to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well
Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell
True player, Cory Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got records to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for double life like "What the hell?"
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Nelly
Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the
slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I roll
mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the
cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout
Mars
I ride wit' them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the money don't stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock
and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa
sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've never seen my
neighbors
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur
Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my
chrome
Don't lease or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby
gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon'
Twista
Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back,
bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way
I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car,
gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par',
wit' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago,
cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it,
come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull
the flo'
Might as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got
ammunition on deck
I don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat,
'cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future,
finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the
general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats,
I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure,
other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door,
I just thought I had to let you know
Big Sean
(I bet your bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks
Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of packs on
top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no
eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Benjamin
Franklin power
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel,
you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You call her collect
I call to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch gon' fetch
(Do it!) B-i-g
And the track gon' be aight as long as we got me
(I do it)
Trae
I'm the hood if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm
In the back of a Chevy that's all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I don't know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like
track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you can't top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a
month (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the front
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a
blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as hell
(Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the pack of pumas well
(Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll tell (Dude'll
tell)
Got 47 'neath the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot
(Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of nigga that I am
Ace Hood
Okay, I'm back off into this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego bricks (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger,
so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna
play some hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq
(Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local Walmart
rack
Soon
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Ok, This shit is so random,
And when I'm with you
It's like our heart beats, are in tandem,
And when our lips lock,
I just wanna hold your face for ransom.
You're beautiful and I'm handsome,
That'll be good for the babies
If ever we go there maybe!
It's crazy, no titles but your my baby,
When I'm idle that's your time,
Show time, and for you, I wish I had more time.
Red wine, chocolate,
Baby you could be my Valentine.
More than just sex exchanged, baby you my Boo Thang.
Hey, girl, so glad that I've found ya!
Uh huh! Tell your friends, they're leaving without ya!
Got a hotel room with a view of the city that I know
you gonna like,
Got the candles leading to the bathtub baby, let's hop
inside!
Ride in the two door with the roof gone.
My oh my, baby it's been too long
So grab your coat and your purse,
I'll walk out of here first,
Wait about five and I'll be parked outside!
I know we ain't got no strings attached,
But this could be a perfect match!
And girl, we ain't no cuddie buddies
Cause this is way more than that!
You're my boo thang,
Can't get enough, I love yo stuff!
Let's turn it up, you get what you want
Cause you're my boo thang
And when your friends ask,
I'm not ya man just the closest thing that you have!
To a boo thang, boo thang,
Boo thang, boo thang,
Boo thang, boo thang!
Hey, girl, I can't leave here without you, uh huh!
And how you're looking I love everything about you!
Girl it's more then your body, I'm making love to your
mind
And every time that I want you,
You're ready all of the time!
I know we ain't got no strings attached,
But this could be a perfect match!
And girl, we ain't no cuddie buddies
Cause this is way more than that!
You're my boo thang,
Can't get enough, I love you, stuff!
Let's turn it up, you get what you want
Cause you're my boo thang
And when your friends ask,
I'm not ya man just the closest thing that you have!
To a boo thang, boo thang,
Boo thang, boo thang,
Boo thang, boo thang!
Baby turn the lights off,
All I wanna do is touch you!
We can make a movie, baby
Nobody do it like us two!
Yeah, boy put your hands all on my body
Ride that thang just like a harley. so come on let's
get it started!
Turn the Lights off! Baby, turn the lights off!
Baby, turn the lights off! Just turn the lights off!
Turn the lights off baby
I need you to follow my lead
I wanna make you feel good
I wanna make you feel like you've never felt before
Can I do that? boo vision
You're my boo thang,
Can't get enough, I love you, stuff!
Let's turn it up, you get what you want
Cause you're my boo thang
And when your friends ask,
I'm not ya man just the closest thing that you have!
To a boo thang, boo thang,
Boo thang, boo thang,
Gucci: is gucci to warm dont try 2 fuk me to cuzins i
turn um out of dey
livin i turn um in to new cuzins I think im buzzin
im trippin My prescription need fixin Got a codeine
addiction What the hell i admit it I got a playboy
subscription I might check out them bitches After
stripper went broke Ima slap one of those bitchs I
got a cocain connection Buy the cheapest on chicken
But he a stubborn lil bastard u Gotta pay him his
ticket
I got a chick that be boostin 'Give me gucci and Vindi'
I pay for that but the pussy and head dont cost me
a penny i think im gon of dis pack
this shit a hell of a stash i need to get me a mask
cus dey keep rollin up gas it GUCCI!!!
seafood fish scale where da crook cook its just a
nother
recipie out da cook book
seafood fish scale where da crook cook its just a
nother
recipie out da cook book
Yo Gotti: today im cookin yams yestrday was greens
i take dirty money try to make it clean shoebox full
of 20's spent dat on a watch one thing bout my menu
we never sellin squash i wa 15 out der sellin rocs
runnin back n froth 2 cars tryna duck dem narks fish
scale oder its da stairt yolla when dis shit glitter
it take da most soda 5 bricks 50 p's ina toyota
babymomma
drivin i hope see dont get pulled ova if she do she
know da bizz i only fuk wid soujas she aint got shit
to say...just like i told her
x4:seafood fish scale where da crook cook its just
a nother recipie out da cook book
Gucci: he say he hotter den da flame n he gotta prove
it i put shoes on my old sckool just to do it from
a buick to a beamer coupe i had 2 lose it i lost da
top n left alot playin gospel musik
(sike) na im lyin i was listin 2 dat boosie ice cream
gucci u can call me bluey light hit da ice n u can
call me huey girls stickin to da kid cus my game gluey
before for dat i told da hoe down patrick huwen?
n i aint tawkin 2 da laws i aint do da shootin u guys
gotta get on ya job u gotta prove it im gone with this
fire ya on i might just abuse it
seafood fish scale where da crook cook its just a
nother
[Trae:]Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the block
I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I
wouldn't stop
I been in it with my niggaz, for a long time
But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I
wouldn't drop
Same nigga, with the flow
Same nigga that'll spin a nigga's ass up, throw his ass
in the trunk
I'm a representative, for the Assholes
Try to run up on me, I'll teach a nigga how to stunt
Southwest, you better get your hands up
'Fore I send a wave of niggaz, that'll hit your man's
While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up
Then the shit, hit the fan
Then I fuck, your fans up
These niggaz, really got a nigga fucked up
Hating motherfuckers, I'll show you what the beef is
Show you niggaz how to lose teeth, keep running off at
the mouth
And I can show you niggaz, what the sleep is
Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae
When I hit the block in black, your ass better pray
Tell the five in the hood, I don't play
And I got more niggaz, in the slugs
In the tip, of a K
And I run with the C's, and the B's on the block
And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block
And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first
Nigga jump, gonna be the first nigga that'll slide for
They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it
Any real nigga, stand up and get an eye for it
Cause I'm oh so real, though homie
And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it
H-Town, till the death
Intuition of a nigga named Pac, finna let it rain for
the thugs
[Trae:]Somebody better give me the crown, these niggaz
out of line
And I see, I gotta put 'em in they place
Everyday it be the same old shit, I gotta click on a
bitch
I don't really, wanna pay another case
Whey they niggaz wanna try a nigga, like a nigga soft
than a bitch
I'll lean on a nigga, like Boss on a switch
Better chill, 'fore I get to going off on a bitch
Lace the Nike's, and break a nigga jaw in this bitch
Everybody, wanna know about the South
But I promise, you niggaz'll wanna take another route
A.B.N., fin to hit a nigga's ass in the drought
In the town right now, (no doubt)
If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it on
Iggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the
chrome
I was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the bone
Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone
Shit just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone
(I'm pissed), but I'm still moving along
Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along
So the niggaz in the blue, got love for the Home
For the H, and the West state
I"ll put it on a nigga, in the worst way
That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae
Motherfuckers better get in a line, or the dirt where
you gon lay
This right here, for my nigga named Nick
In a hospital bed, half gone
I'll run up on a bitch nigga, who that out that shout
Feel I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome
Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S
Stress, got a nigga on amp
So I gott mob for life, like 24/7
[Hook]
It's a new year, I can think clear
$1000 shades, I can see clear
European made, rollin' in the rear
Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near
Near, near, they is on a sweep
Shut the trap down, moved it down the street
Kush super strong, Jakes to the pier
I'm multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
[Verse 1]
All I rock is white, bitch, I'm cocaine crazy
First check I cashed was like a half of mill' from Baby
Love for my homies, don't give a damn 'bout a lady
125 grams, that's four and a baby
20 cent 50, shooters coming with me
Body hit the ground and your soul be uplifted
Beat break down, them racks add up
And all these haters actin' mad at us
Gangsta of the Year, and I don't want a trophy
I just want these fuck niggas to pay me what they owe me
Gangsta of the Year and I don't mean to brag
But the title with the tags is 200 on the dash
[Hook]
It's a new year, I can think clear
$1000 shades, I can see clear
European made, rollin' in the rear
Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near
Near, near, they is on a sweep
Shut the trap down, moved it down the street
Kush super strong, Jakes to the pier
I'm multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
[Verse 2]
Gangsta of the world now I'm nominated
Bring it all here, yeah, my own mama hate it
Twelve hundred on my niggas, and all besides the shots
I left my feelings in the fridge, yeah, that's besides the top
I'm the last man standing, bitch, I need a trophy
Too much bread in my pocket, bitch, I'm feeling toasted
Heard them snitch niggas singing yeah that karaoke
Don't fuck with police ass niggas don't even approach me
Don't you niggas know you can't stop a moving train?
Look at me now, getting paper, still moving, man
Step it up in your face just like Benihana
Told a bitch she make it back, I bought a bitch a Honda
You don't seem to move shit, call me Jeezy Wonder
It ain't nobody vouching for what makes Jeezy a wonder
Gangsta of the year, human chandelier
Wait till you feel my pain, you might shed a tear
[Hook]
It's a new year, I can think clear
$1000 shades, I can see clear
European made, rollin' in the rear
Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near
Near, near, they is on a sweep
Shut the trap down, moved it down the street
Kush super strong, Jakes to the pier
I'm multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
[Verse 3]
Yo, I'm really in the hood, all they do is pass through
So hands down I've been a winner for the past few
I got the work to prove it and I got the cash, too
A couple niggas still breathing, guess they passed due
That ain't no surprise, sitting on this pot
AOB, millionaires, sitting on his eyes
We at the table sipping red and we puffing Cubans
I done made a bunch of bread with a couple Cubans
Yeah, you got a bunch of guns but you never use them
Everybody better run as you winner lose it
Shut the trap down, nothing moving
Gangsta of the year till they nominate a new one
[Hook]
It's a new year, I can think clear
$1000 shades, I can see clear
European made, rollin' in the rear
Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near
Near, near, they is on a sweep
Shut the trap down, moved it down the street
Kush super strong, Jakes to the pier
I'm multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
Damn, homie, all the shit that we’ve been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
You, I gotta quit fucking with you,
You, I gotta quit fucking with you.
You were my main bitch and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, gotta quit fucking with you.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
Let me tell you a story about this bitch I hate,
Used to buy this bitch on top of bed,
She a bad bitch, kept me on my swag shit,
We just gonna be on styling, bitch kinda act a lil’
childish.
My main bitch, I think I like this hoe,
What the fuck was wrong with me? Think they knocking
white this hoe.
Let put it like this, she on the money team,
Every rapper, every trampler, every outfit.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
Every nigger in the city be fucking with you.
Little land bitch, always on that client shit,
Find me, cute face, you think she’s so innocent.
Yeah, she’s innocent, she into me, way into me,
We be fucking instantly, gotta hid the inconsistency.
Consistency, she fucked my head out mentally,
Gotta hate ‘em, you better leave, I thought this bitch
was into me.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
All the shit we’ve been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
My home boy, write it down,
Rip copying, use to clap it, we stay in this game.
Sunday night, feeling the club,
No pistols on deck, so you know what it want.
Enemy in this bitch, he laughing on g up,
You don’t want see me in club before it’s to kill.
Gun jam, homie, for real,
Turkish blouse, straight out the window, under the
crib.
It’s one time, you know what it do,
Fucking hell, no, I gotta quit fucking with you,
Homeboy in the field, one hundred twenty months,
He be down by three, get out a couple months.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I can read between the lines, I know what it do.
He tell us all and I’m telling them , too,
Let the screen, man, I gotta quit fucking with you.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
All the shit we’ve been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
Why you talking shit about five or six shots?
Imma show you how to fuck up a whole block.
First you get an AK with the whole hundred rounds in
Pour up, drink. Headshot, drank. Sit down, drank. Stand
up, drank.
Pass out, drank. Wake up, drank. Faded, drank. Faded,
drank.
A lil’ nigger shining like the diamonds in my watch,
Push the miles mic and turn it up a notch, gotta be.
Yellow bitch that sucks dick and take pride in,
Pussy deep and wet that I just dive in.
Pussy nigger hate fuck around and get popped,
Okay, my young niggers from the block.
Money come in all hundreds, no twenty, ten’s or five’s
And she ride this dick , but her license’s suspended.
A nigger living reckless trying to get these stacks,
Left your bitch naked laying on her back,
‘cause I don’t want the pussy, I just want the head.
I pulled up in that system, made ‘em turn their head.
Bitch, I’m turned up every day, big bangs are my
entrée,
Big house where my trump stay, let your car in my
driveway.
And you ain’t fucking with my clique, you ain’t fucking
with my hood,
You don’t get it like this pussy.
Pour up, drink. Headshot, drank. Sit down, drank. Stand
up, drank.
Pass out, drank. Wake up, drank. Faded, drank. Faded,
drank.
Purple by the gallon smoking A-one crop
In the hood with my niggers on the block.
Louie bag with a crack, some cash and a nine in it,
As I heard you just gotta grind to get it.
Thank four dub g, my family and thank God,
But they aiming for the chain and the watch.
Diamonds clear like ice bitch and not a flaw in it,
Dragging dirty sprite with no parole.
The street done, got me on payroll,
my niggers down for life, faybo.
You put down the mic, you gay type homo,
I’m still the same nigger from day one, hoe.
Ain’t nothing gonna change a real nigger,
And, oh, you fake, this ain’t your field, nigger.
I’m good, looking for another switcher,
She trying to pop a pill, huh, I pass the liquor and
Pour up, drink. Headshot, drank. Sit down, drank. Stand
up, drank.
Pass out, drank. Wake up, drank. Faded, drank. Faded,
Picture me rolling, top drop to the sunset,
Man on the billion, for shit I ain’t done yet.
So I’m not thinking about millions, ‘cause I’ve already
done it,
Life of a dope boy, on my second, my goodness.
Look in the mirror, see my reflection salute me,
Homie had a strap, the nigger shining, he shoot that.
Off with his head, homie, no, we don’t play that,
And never keep that work in the house where you’re
laying.
For this is my recipe, I’m wining my destiny,
Missing my home boys and they get the best of me.
For I’m walking with angels, get money with strangers,
The life of a screen name, it’s got a bangle,
In love with her down, but she’s still a hoe,
I’m still a nigger, so you know how it goes.
Try not to look at her friends, try not to play her in
public,
But a deal what a deal if she leaves and fuck it.
In 2012, a long way from 1999,
A young nigger raced quick for a clock name.
I remember one time, more than one time,
At the school in 2009, in the hush land.
I was hustling grand like a motherfucker grown man,
Sixteen years old, paying the bills, I’m a grown man.
Now I’m hustling while my brother doing jail time,
Roll them a little, try to get a nigger fake tan,
Strong will survive, ain’t no bitch in my blood line,
On the hood they want, and nigger I’m on the good land.
This life ain’t about choices, and niggers got vices,
But I’m strong playing their work like the nigger got
license.
Put these hoes on the roll, ‘cause the bitches be
trifling,
Cut the lights in the club, yeah, the nigger be icey.
Niggers talking me close, I’m just losing for prices,
I get money here, ‘cause the niggers be shy, still.
Yea yea mane, this D-Nero mane
Representin' them I&E; Blockburners mane
Yall know what time it is mane
Gotta grind before you shine mane
This not a game mane
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty
I'm a pimp shawty plus I'm from the M shawty
And all these other rappers don't mess with them shawty
My life real shawty blood sweat and tears shawty
Through out these years I done told 'em how it is shaawty
No mills rap niggas they be broke shawty
Unless they sold a millon records or some dope shawty
We ridin sprees and this suckas ridin spinners shawty
Cuz we some vets and they some mahfuckin beginners shawty
We got green shawty we got lean shawty
We on the block where its hot serving fiends shawty
We in the club come on show a nigga love shawty
Forget a table dance Gotti wants some skull shawty
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty
I'm kinda young shawty far from being dumb shawty
You got ya hand out but you can't get a crumb shawty
I'm street made shawty streets how i get paid shawty
Real huslaz hustle a hundred diffrent wayz shawty
Stuck in the game shawty motherfuck the fame shawty
Slung every thing from cocaine to Mary Jane shawty
I never quit shawty trying to get rich shawty
If it aint bout a dollar really it aint shit shawty
I'm OG shawty ridin lo key shawty
You know me seatbelt big heat shawty
Shop open he ain't never closed shawty
Still on the post breakin down O's shawty
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty
Smith & Wess VVS Mitchel and ness shawty
Never the less keep you a vest cuz they will test ya shawty
24's that's the best VHS shawty
DVD and PS2 in ya head rest shawty
I'm on a mission shawty gotta give out my digits shawty
And see me clip a bag of them 5os off in my brithces shawty
I got my money right yep I been on the stretch shawty
6 days a week 23 and 1 in the crest shawty
And you can't bet shawty I'm one of few in the south
that really live the life that I be rappin bout shawty
I keep a glock 40 where I'm from we some fools
anything goes we don't play by rules shawty
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
(Feat. Zed Zilla)
(Yo Gotti)
don't call my phone, every nigga calling my phone,
heard i got signed, now everbody calling my phone,
bitch quit calling my phone
it goes, quit callin my phone, bitch quit callin my phone, if u aint talkin money, then u need to quit callin my phone, bitch quit callin my phone.
verse 1 Yo Gotti
i get money off my hood, i get money off my city, i get money round the world, im the real king of memphis.
i got 28s on a 73, drop 15 on a paint job, smack yo ass wit a stack of hundreds if u say that bitch aint hard.
phone ringin (who is that), got some money (where its at), phone ringin (hello), worthsome bitch call me back,
my baby momma dead wrong, getting money of my phone, she angry bout some bitch, i might not never come back home,
i gotta new bitch, she the shy type, she dont want to say it, she be texting me on the late night, she wanna give me some head, got grip on the other line right now tryna get some bread, imma call u back lata on, remember what u said
hook
ph, phone ringing(who is that), ph, phone ringing (who is that)ph, phone ringing (who is that), worthsome bitch call me back
i get money off my phone (x4)
Zad Zilla
i get blunted all day long, still get money off my phone, fire head worthsome bitch keep calling like she get money off her dome,
im rollin comin back home, u texting all my people, dro and drink yea its on, my cell phone jumping off the meter,
i book shows off my phone, move o's off of my phone, you might see a picture of your hoe dog wit her close off in my phone, no i cant dose off of my phone, my shit ringing all the time, i got business going on, some shit holmes dont mind,
so just kno hoe, if it rings then i gots to go, dont take it personal, i gotta get back to the doe, so dont call me wit that bullshit, and u niggaz i dont know, imma act like the connection bad, hello, hello
ph, phone ringing(who is that), ph, phone ringing (who is that)ph, phone ringing (who is that), worthsome bitch call me back
i get money off my phone (x4)
quit calling my phone, bitch quit callin my phone,
heard i got signed, now everbody calling my phone,
bitch quit calling my phone
A hundred miles and running, niggers going at the end
of me
Niggers switching sides, give me nothing like it’s the
end of me.
Niggers having family, but I know these niggers into
Pown me, thug it to the motherfucker sin is me.
Imma train the topic time down, bitch, I’m riding in a
‘rarri.
If you don’t like me, than I’m sorry.
I ain’t og, I’m just being me, fucking pretty clear.
I rap about this shit, ‘cause I did it.
Life don’t change, neither do the game,
Niggers getting money, but the rules stay the same.
Who I’m gonna sound with, who I wanna ground with?
That’s my only question, nigger, see ‘em G I’m down
with.
Cocaine mirrors, cold money guns, every nigger I fuck
with with the g I make them bun,
So I never leave the house without my chain on my gut,
Got on my old boy Gucci so I fresh pearl once.
See, nigger, see, I feel like I wanna release, nigger,
I got to face earth, you know what I mean?
And then I got nothing to do and get no money
And that, nigger, that be a hundred.
That be a hundred with yourself, that be a hundred with
the niggers,
A hundred with you, you know what I mean?
Man, I got a lot of young nigger around me, nigger,
And that’s straight of low life family, nigger, could
kill for each other,
That thing is real.
Murder was the case, nigger, jump a hoardal with a race
nigger, down
Then I put it in your face, to the face, on my case,
nigger,
Told my lawyer go to trial, I’m doing it big in the
meanwhile.
If I lose, place a riot for me, if I die don’t stay
fire for me,
Pour on some liquor and get higher for me,
I’m doing this thing for my home boys,
I have it, oh, lord, so surely can avoid.
I came here speaking from my heart for some time around
Am I a real rapper or just a nigger on lands?
I don’t know, I’m confused, do I suppose to be rich?
You know that hoe ain’t your hoe, she’s your supposed
to be bitch.
No supposed to be clip, I want no allias,
You see ‘em G, homie and we don’t franchise.
I get green gas off the whipe ass, don’t get in that
And he get bout time.
Hallelujah, bless my shooters, serve my jazle, watch
him hit that shooter.
Fuck that rap shit, I don’t fit in,
How they fuck boys, how they fake friends.
Streets on fire, plug on gold mode, streets so damn
dry, I might get a truck load.
Fuck your country, I won’t sign it, labels keep calling
(Yeaahh Lil Lody on the track!)
I got a letter for you
Yeah, from the the bottom of my heart nigga... 8/11
Dear... I respect you like a little brother should
You gotta know, got a million dollar master plan
Bro I know you a man, I know you get your own money, I understand.
We kill for each other, Steal for each other, violate your parole ill do them years my brother.
I just wanna do this music, you just wanna slang yay
Pray to God every day that we get on the same page
I got a letter for you, better yet I got some cheddar for you
Nigger play with ...
You know niggas like us dont get this opportunity in a lifetime
Im on the road and niggas askin bout ya
They wanna hear you cause they hear a nigger rapping about you
They know nigga that was jailing with you,
they verified that you a real nigga
You've been a boss, playing devil in the field, nigger
But when you look at me, you're looking in the mirror nigger
In what you made me, get money and take care of the fam
Right, ain't what you told me
Aint that what my life like
One of a kind, blood line like no other nigga,
Sincerely yours YO GOTTI little brother nigga!
.you're going, going on, I'm saying.
You in the streets you aint even gotta be in the streets
And if you go back ima feel like its my fault
Chorus:
Letter to my niggas, letter to my family,
Letter to the streets, man we out here livin scandolous
Wrote a letter to my haters, told 'em I don't give a fuck
When u see me in the streets u know what's up pussy!
Letter to my niggas, letter to my family,
Letter to my haters, man I know they can't stand me
Wrote a letter to the fans, told 'em Ima live it up
If you want me come get me, I don't give a fuck!
It's a letter to my... tell 'em about their mommas
Tell 'em about 'em dad, how we met and got their numbers
Met 'em in the club, daddy was a.
.you got from...
Daddy start tripping, start ... and crapping
Bitches start...
Treating momma like a queen
Momma just want a daddy
But daddy didn't miss us, so momma start being happy
it's a letter to my daughter, don't let a nigger treat you like I treat your momma
...your first words... your first steps
On a road... thinking dollars...
And my son he's a mother fucker...
we gotta burn like a mother fucker, tell him to fight
Never run from a mother fucker...
You talk to daddy, he's a mother fucker, and back to me
... like... obstacles, life against the obstacles,
that's what done the impossible
But daddy came through
so why I try to tell you
you could be who you wanna be, do what you wanna do
Chorus:
Letter to my niggers, letter to my family,
Letter to you streets, man you gotta live the...
Wrote a letter to my haters, told 'em I don't give a fuck
When you see me in the streets you know what's up!
Letter to my niggers, letter to my family,
Letter to you streets, man I know they can't stand me
Wrote a letter to my haters, told 'em I don't give a fuck
I was bumpin' that 50 Cent
Then popped in that trap or die
Just finished a blunt of kush
Oh boy now I'm really high
I was sipping that Rozay Malt
Bumpin' that Carter III
I just may be paranoid
Or somebody's following me
That's why I don't like to smoke
Why I don't like to drink
While listening to that gangsta shit
If I'm so pie a nigga think
I jumped in my???
Popped in my nigga plies
Stopped by Grandma house got the choppa'
Now bitches turned around
Onto North Memphis turnin corners
Trunk full of marijuanna
650 for a pound
Right now if a nigga want em
Went to ten-five percent
Ac blowin' out the vents??? Dawg I'm just tryna pay the rent
I stopped by the corner store
Bought me some sandwich bags
Box of that baking soda
Headed back to the lab
Just got the phone call
Plug say the made it in
Say they gone front me 20
If I can pay for 10
Tell them to drop the price
Pay for them all today
450 thou' sitting back on they way
(Money machine whirs and beeps)
(450. It's all there)
(Very good. I'll see you next time)
My credit score super good
A'int talkin' no equifax
I.R.S. on these niggas
They bout to get super taxed
We like the secret service
We only speak in codes
A whole notha' language homie
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