Lyrics:
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
niggas want some smoke, light it up and tell him take a hit
By the way, I think I said that wrong, can you take a hint
I ain't hoppin' in that car, bitch,
on dumb shit, the dummest and the dummest (bitch)
Yeah, I know that I'm a dummy but lately been goin' dumber
Memphis nigga in LA, slammin' bitches like
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)
a limb, with my pockets real heavy
Give you 50 pounds, see how fast you can sell it
Meet me at Harold's Chicken on 87
Parked in the drop on the side by
on me when I'm off that there grandma, yay
Well, what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck?
Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk
in this b*tch
Black Youngsta, Yo Gotti
I love Moneybagg
In my ho* voice
Might call him zaza
Too many to name
But stay in your bag
Haha to the bank
Make
shit
GOTTI:
Pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit tips who tops
Down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
executive area
Acting like they don't see me, standin in front of me
Walkin by me three or four times
Showin me views of they Victoria Secret thongs, tryin
He's got the green timbs with the fat laces, hahaha
Yo, yeah, uh huh
Checking in, nigga
You say why I call you nigga, think about it
You went
gangbang affiliation, retaliation
Spit sparks till shit's dark forever
What's up, homie
Why you walkin up on me?
Postin up in the shade
We can draw
this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe,
this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe,
Young Gotti, I don't play no games
Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I'm your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive
Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets full
Ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris
Then we head to A T L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin'
[Pharell]
And he goes by the name
[Justin]
Ha ha
[Pharell]
Justin
[Justin]
Woah!
[Pharell]
All the way from Memphis Tennessee
And he got
they want the
Southern rapper on the scene?
Pullin' up in a cheap shirt with
60 racks on the chain
I grew up on Clint Black and Yo Gotti
(Yo Gotti) i got
I'm getting rich, bitch
Tried a lunatic
I flip and do some slick shit
Nigga, I'm like Gotti, give me body
Rob you for your drugs then
Put slugs in your
from ism go against it nigga not at all
Down in Memphis bitch the killers all of yada dawgs
Lul niggas get killed all in they dreams nigga that's nodding
I can hear the footsteps walkin' by my bedside Lord she's leavin'
I can smell her perfume driftin' through my room
If I try to make her stay I'd know
Hov' (Hov', Hov', Hov')
(Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records
You know what diamond is
We ain't going nowhere, put your diamonds up)
Standing in my B-boy
Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylons whore
People must rise
See through the lies
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