Lyrics:
your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as shit
Taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo)
Put your paper up and threaten shit
Or tie
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
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
to the tropics yeah
Crown me king like Martin, gotta keep a tommy yeah
In the yo like Gotti, shoutout Memphis, word to Ja Morant
I can't trust nobody, Ima need me
collars
Know I'm tal'n bout, for real though feel us ha-ha
[D-Gotti]
Still be, body rocking
Powered up, everybody watching
[Big Moe]
I'm here to party
Better than average
King Bing, Don Bishop, and White tie Gotti
Feel more slim than the Max to skip and dump the body
P-i-m-p, young G's, O.G.s
Better than average
King Bing, Don Bishop, and White tie Gotti
Feel more slim than the Max to skip and dump the body
P-i-m-p, young G's, O.G.s
on my aim
They say Keep it real Gotti I say I been doing that
They say these niggas on white, I say influence that
I'm on my lea-lea-leader shit,
to Memphis it’s a bridge you gotta get across/ home of Yo Gotti/ 8ball/ DJ Paul/ Me I had a music buffet so I bumped it all! Now I’m dropping tracks on my own
More money, more cash, more hoes
More money, more cash, more hoes
More money, more cash, more hoes
[Memphis Bleek]
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No
it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck n****
Big
missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin round wit real killas
Hush gang he ain't frontin no fuck
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty
shit you sellin'
Fuck a co-D, I move solo, mission time, Shiesty get selfish
Only two kings out of Memphis I know of, that's me and Elvis
Like a sock
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
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga
Bankhead!
[T.I. over Intro]
Hey, hey, Grand Hustle c'mon
Something's gotta give
Check, check
Yeah, nahmsayin'?
Harri' homes, uh, Martel homes, Carver homes, Techwood
Martin Luther King (uh), Bankhead
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
bands now he layin' on his mans floor
I'm Yo Gotti nigga
And I'm from North Memphis
And East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the north with me
Coca, coca, coca
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
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
Yo it's the real, son you know how it go
Ass out like a child get blow
Still on the streets though
Regulatin' SO's
Eternal banger leave your jug vain
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