I Know (Feat. Rich Homie Quan)

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[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I know I know I know
I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
You ain’t that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
Them streets, they fuck with me strong
And them bitches gon fuck just because money long
You know that I know I know I know
Well you know that I know it I know it I know

 

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You a fuck nigga and it ain’t a secret
I’m so official they can referee it (they know I am)
Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever
28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie)
Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people
Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating
I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
I do what I do to see my niggas shine
I know what I know and man that’s all I know
I take 63 girls and try to make a four
That’s a couple ounces if I get it right
Wanna see my homies rich cuz nigga this the life
I know

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I know that you ain’t that nigga you claim to be
Despite how much money I make this shit ain’t changing me
I know I know I know a lot of these niggas, they lame to me
I’m blown, I smoke what I rolled The same nigga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby)
I’m on the west coast in a low rider
4 bitches tryna leave with me
Ain’t enough room and I don’t know yall
I’m high as fuck, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
Put a potato on it make it shoot silent
Fuck wrong with you? you profiling
I done made a million and I didn’t go to college (Fuck you mean)
And all my niggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent
He don’t know nobody, can’t trust nobody but yo self
So believe me when I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest niggas left and I told that bitch

 

[ Hook ]

 

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I wanna see my homies rich forever
I know some secrets, I’ll never tell em
I got some birds but I’d never mail em
You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain’t never met em
Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling
I know that niggas hatin’ that’s why I lost the civic
And the drophead , of the 71 cutlass on 8’s
And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like Drake
But I’m with the same old niggas that I started with
Same young niggas I was robbing with
And if these niggas have a problem with
Got them automatic pistols no revolver shit (Bang!)
And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy
Fuck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise
Homie what you know?

 

[Hook]

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Gangsta Party

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Everywhere I Go

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Testimony

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F-U

[Hook]
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a hater I just said
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
And tell your bitch I just said[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Meek
Ass up, face down
One night only, I’m from out of town
pound new rules we ain’t waiting on it
And if that pussy good we spend a cake on it
Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his or hers
If you a hater I just got two words[Hook][Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
You, and the bitches that you came with
All in my section drinking my shit
You ain’t fucking, you ain’t sucking what you doing ho?
Instagram and taking pictures, but you don’t know me though
Damn, she said that she a fan
Yea I understand, but I want to get in her pants
‘Cause she thick as fuck and she licking her tongue out
She said she don’t fuck with rappers
And I’m like what you talking about bitch?[Bridge]
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
I got two words for you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater I said[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Oh, I said fuck you
I don’t like ’em, I don’t love ’em
When the money come home
It’s turning haters, I don’t trust ’em
If the brick ain’t coming with a stick, I don’t touch ’em
I want that BMF with the Scorpio when I’m bustin’
Like a bitch when she twerkin’, y’all niggas workin’
Clowin’ ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
In the cage with the lion, let him have you for dessert
And testifying on your homie, took a dip, but was it worth it nigga?
I’m in this bitch, she said my friend she want to fuck you
I like your friend, but I really you know, I wanna fuck you
And if I get my roadie though, he got to fuck too
And put your middle fingers up and scream[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
Haters, niggas mad at the paper
big crib, 10 cars, 20 acres
20 chains 10 watches I’m a jeweler
little watch with the (?) don’t let em fool ya
i can school ya how to look like money
hustler of the year could write a book about money
don’t pop them bottles trying to impress them hoes
with ya reup money better tell them hoes bitch[Outro]
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a bitch I said
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater I said

Down In The DM

I see your girl post her BM, so I hit her in her DM
All eyes yeah I see ’em, yeah this your man I hate to be him (whoop)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down, it go… down)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down, it go… down)
I tell her, snapchat me that pussy or facetime me that pussy if it’s cool
(Whoo) boy my DM popping (DM popping), my DM just caught a body
I got celebs in this DM, they breaking news if they see them
But naw we don’t do no talking
(We don’t do no talking), we see sucker shit too often (fuck nigga)
I see your girl post her BM, so I hit her in her DM
All eyes yeah I see ’em, yeah this your man I hate to be him (whoop)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down), it go… down)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down, it go… down)
I tell her, don’t you hate when you get screenshot (petty)
Bitch that DM wasn’t for everybody (rules) I love the gram I love the gram
(I love the gram) I’m addicted to it I know I am (I know I am) and I just followed Angela Simmons
Boy I got a crush on Angela Simmons they like “Damn, Gotti, you bold” fuck it I’m a let the world know
Goals
I see your girl post her BM, so I hit her in her DM
All eyes yeah I see ’em, yeah this your man I hate to be him (whoop)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down, it go… down)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down, it go… down)
I tell her, snapchat me that pussy, snapchat me that pussy if it’s cool
I see your girl post her BM, so I hit her in her DM
All eyes yeah I see ’em, yeah this your man I hate to be him (whoop)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down, it go… down)
It goes down in the DM (it go down) it go down in the DM (it go down, it go… down)
I tell her

Gangsta Party

(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[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]

Everywhere I Go

Fllllt Everywhere you go bang bang bang
Everywhere you go pow pow pow
Everywhere you go fllllt fllllt fllllt
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Yeah, who got them blocks in the hood really got it on Lock in the hood where you at boy
I already know got a spot in the hood park my car in the hood I be right back you already know
When you make it out the hood they say the hood still in you boy everywhere you go
(everywhere you go) when the feds on your ass boy they really on your ass boy everywhere you go
(everywhere you go) everywhere I go I got the double bags loaded and the bitch going crazy
(and the bitch going crazy) everywhere I go I got them young niqqas with me with tha coppas like the navy
(CMG the navy) everywhere I go I got spark (spark) everywhere I go I got bottles (bottles)
Everywhere I go I’m with tha shits (shits) but everywhere I go it be problems (problem)
Glock 40 on a niqqa everywhere started with a 50 pack now I’m a millionaire
Bitch break bad I never care niqqa playing games tell’em double dare (dare)
Nock head off this a souvenir rock his ass to sleep lock a rocking chair
I’m bagging up dope on the kitchen table white shawdow like a chandelier old school cutless thats a bad car
I ain’t put a 100 miles on my last car 450 haten on offset take off like a rocket blast off
Young niqqa with me blow your ass off walk up in Givenchy snatch the tags off
Fuck niqqa I don’t do the trash talk ima leave your brains on the asphalt pussy
Everywhere I go I got the double bags loaded and the bitch going crazy
(everywhere I go) everywhere I go I got them young niqqas with me with tha coppas like the navy
(everywhere I go) everywhere I go I got spark (spark) everywhere I go I got bottles (bottles)
Everywhere I go I’m with tha shits (shits) but everywhere I go it be problems (problems)
Wake up in the morning look in the mirror thank god I’m the realest In the world
(you already know) everywhere I go I see fuck boys niqqas acting like little girls
(everywhere I go) everywhere I go they be haten wanna see a niqqa fall know they waitin
(you already know) when they acting like when they actually doing good but they not I can see it in there face
(evev.. evev everywhere I go) everywhere I go It be a celebration me and the money call it meditation
Gotta green house out in California I’m invested into medication gotta clean house call it renovation
Trynna pull up get a pack make reservations if you a fuck boy yeah you penetration
Ima shoot the pistol no hesitation real niqqas fuck with real niqqas ess everywhere I go
(everywhere I go) fuck niqqas be with fuck niqqas ess just how it go (just how it go)
Gotta get your money fuck these niqqas and these bitches man I already know (man I already know)
I ain’t gotta make a call to my dogs cause my dogs already on go
Who got them blocks in the hood really got it on Lock in the hood
Where you at boy got a spot in the hood park my car in the hood I be right back you already know
When you make it out the hood they say the hood still in you boy everywhere you go
(everywhere you go) when the feds on your ass boy they really on your ass boy everywhere you go
(everywhere you go) everywhere I go I got the double bags loaded and the bitch going crazy (everywhere I go)
Everywhere I go I got them young niqqas with me with tha coppas like the navy (everywhere I go)
Everywhere I go I got spark (spark) everywhere I go I got bottles (bottles)
Everywhere I go I’m with tha shits (shits) but everywhere I go it be problems (problems)

Testimony

[Yo Gotti:]
If I should die before I wake, I pray the streets my work to take, divide throughout the unfortunate, give my jewelry the most respected, give my cars to the runners and my guns to the gunners, you know what I’m saying[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony, [x2][Verse 1:]
Swear I’m a different type of nigga I’m on that different shit, err day I wake up I want a different bitch, I don’t want the whip plane I want a kit on it, talking rims so big they can’t fit on it, I just bought a different watch and another chain, fuck around and call my bitch another name, got a confession to make you all look the same, and I’m so full of that liquor I outta be ashame, they say the rap game changed alot of niggas stressing, but between me and you nigga that’s a blessing, fake niggas come up a real nigga suffer, and record labels fucking niggas that’s why I don’t trust him, this my testimony I made a true decision, hope the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, now can I get a amen, or can u bless a nigga with a thousand 8 grams[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony, [x2][Verse 2:]
Remember been in my hood, playing with that white, shirt off wide open serve it on sight, 100 I shoot 100 I hit 500 I eight nigga that’s my life, y-o g-o-t-t-I don’t shit around me but my money get high, if the straps in the room in it ain’t a real goon then you can assume that it ain’t my guy, 15 16 17 5 anything else way to high, gucci louie that’s all I buy, dope boy pure way to fly, way to high need to come down, need to quit playing for a gun yo ass down, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, you ain’t from my hood so don’t come around, I’m a tell you like a nigga told me, lil budda right there might be in o.g., with that being said, with that being told, that’s the first nigga to front me a whole ki, 36 O’s for the 24 grand, put it in my hand cause he know I wasn’t playing, I was 5 foot 5 with the heart of a lion and the fire in my eyes to kill me a man, lil ol nigga with a big ol pistol and my pride the only thing I had in this world, nigga a have to shoot me dead in the face for he run from the hood like a lil ass girl, strap that pistol some big ass nigga, talking bout he ain’t gone pay me for mine, every since then I ain’t have them problems and the pussy ass niggas started paying on time, this my testimony, my testimony [x2][Verse 3:]
I had work inside that kitchen same spot where grandma dishes at, 2 doors down that hall to the right were I took them bitches at, shoe box full of money same spot I kept that chopper at, open up that closet chop chop chop ain’t no stopping that, cocaine crazy yes I am, somebody need to pray for me, lord bless his soul, all that dope I sold I know they got a place for me, indictment time I’m laying low, dope boy shit kran flo, terrence j say it, gone sell a million records that’s wat I’m praying fo, you know how this game go, see-saw shit up and down, 901 nigga that’s my town and ain’t no nigga finna take my crown, north north I ain’t project pat I ain’t three six mafia I ain’t built like that
Ion know them guys and they don’t know me, so ain’t no beef that’s that on that, go figure beep, you know what that mean whole lot of white just to go with that green, this that counting that money and a fold machine, when I was 16 I had a 100 grand and this my testimony can I get amen,[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony [x2]

Ion Like Them

These pussy ass rappers
Ion like them
And I’m a real nigga
I’m nothin like dem
Like dem
Nothin like dem
Smash on site if we don’t like them[Verse 1:]
Straight outta Memphis
Da gutta part
From a quarter pound ah weed
To a brick ah hard
Shoutout to God
I’m triple blessed
Amen
Ah hunnid niggas wanna kill me
And I ain’t dead yet
Bow bow bow bow bow bow
I luv we my hood
We taliban
Military mob
Ridgecrest Afghanistan
I’m real rich and reckless
Call me triple R
Dhat phantom ghost
A quarter million dollar car
I ain’t a star
I ain’t a star
Like Ricky Ross (Ross)
I’m a I N E nigga (I AM)
Bitch I’m da boss
You throw a cross
Off witcha head
Yo niggas goin state
My niggas goin fed
My money long
You niggas money scared
And run and hide
When he see bigga bread
Die fa my pride
Ride fa my guys
Look in my eyes
And you ah realize dhat
These pussy ass rappers
Ion like them
And I’m a real nigga
I’m nothin like dem
Niggas hatin on em
But da bitches like him
And it’s smash on site
If we don’t like them
HEEYYYYYYY
These pussy ass rappers
Ion like them
HEYYYY
And I’m a real nigga
I’m nothin like dem
Niggas hatin on em
But da bitches like him
And it’s smash on site
If we don’t like them
HEY[Verse 2:]
Lex Luger on the beat
So what the fuck you think
Niggas talkin like dey gangsta
But I know dey ain’t
100 pounds of cush
Let me show you how I do it
Soon as I get my sack
I’m run straight thru it
Nigga on my phone
Bout dis worrisome ass bitch
Askin me if I hit
When he already knew it
Hearin voice in my head sayn
Gotti don’t do it
Hearin niggas in da feds
Tryna make me go thru it
Couple billion dollas
I don already blew it
G4 planes I don already flew it
We are not the same
We are not congruent
Shirt Ralph Lauren
But yo shoes by Louie
Birds in a coupe
I don already flew em
Shots in a glock
I un already threw it
Yo Gotti in this bitch
Wid all his ice on
HEYYYYYYYY
In da V.I.P.
Look like they cut the lights on
Poppin bottles throwin money
All night long
Not to mention we
40 deep wid all white on
CHEA
These pussy ass rappers
Ion like them
And I’m a real nigga
I’m nothin like dem
Niggas hatin on em
But dem bitches like him
And it’s smash on site
If we don’t like them
HEYYYYYYYYYYYY
These pussy ass rappers
Ion like them
And I’m a real nigga
HEYYYYYYYYYY
Niggas hatin on em
But dem bitches like him
And it’s smash on site
If we don’t like them
HEY

Hero

[Hook – Yo Gotti:]
I know Colombians, and amigos
I’m the neighborhood hero
If I front everyone a kilo
I might be a superhero
I know Colombians, and amigos
I’m the neighborhood hero
And when that choppa go beast mode
Don’t try to be no super hero[Verse 1 – Yo Gotti:]
When there work on the way, this shit can get real
Money got caught on the highway, fucked up a mill
And the plug from Medellin
But I keep shooters on the team
And I come up like [?]
Mama I will never be a failure
Ain’t no telling what I sell ya
I got shit rock bricks, locked up in the trailer
I’m the neighborhood hero
Fishing for a lick, ya nigga nemos
I heard they got me on the fedness
Niggas beefin’ for the bricks like I’m on craiglist[Hook][Verse 2 – Shy Glizzy:]
Bitch I just left out of Puerto Rico
I was fucking with them amigos
And Jefe been fucking with the coco
But we gon’ keep that on the d-low
In the suite with 3 hoes
Choppas for my young niggas, that be at your [?]
Chichi super heros, chichi we got kilos
If ya wanna act, we gon’ shoot ya like D. Rose
Niggas call me ironman, cause I keep the irons man
Nigga, I got the weight, you selling dimes man
Snort this line man, turn to Frankenstein man
Chopping out of section 8, I keep my nine man[Hook]

Slash

[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[Hook: until end]

U A Gangsta Rite?

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[Chorus]

Colors

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
World black and white, and I’m color blind
All I see is green and them dollar signs
I’m Yo Gotti
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs[Yo Gotti:]
Try to wire a nigga up, dumbass
I switched 150 channels, like comcast
Whole world black and white, television[?] ass niggas, I can tell they snitchin
No cartoons, I was selling tweedy birds
Niggas ain’t from the streets, he got alotta nerve
I just pulled up on my buddy, he had a plant of purple
Smokin Whoopi Goldberg, we call it the color purple
In a CL 600, all white
Talkin Bob Barker bricks, cause the price is right
Missed a day of [?] hard move the work fast
Whole buncha white squares in em black bags
I just wanna see some green and some rubberbands
Into makin money flyin, watchin strippers dance
Shawty said she light skin, and I should call her red
Told her it’s a black and white world and I just want some head
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs[Gucci:]
It’s Gucci Man, call me Stevie Wonder
I don’t see these haters, I just see the numbers
I just see the money, I just see the commas
Drop the top on my vette, I just see the summa
Bunch old jacked white guys in my pocket, racks
I stash the re up then fuck up the profit
I might cash out, I might spazz out
You throwin rocks, but you livin in a glass house
Put my Gucci shades on, I got night vision
Shiftin gears in my rarri like it’s [?]
And everyday I’m on go, you on straight pause
I don’t see you niggas, it’s like I’m Ray Charles
Yeah I’m color blind, I like yellow bones
I like my coke white, I like my kush strong
So nigga tune in, my life a mob movie
Say it’s a cold drought, then nigga call gucci!
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs[Juelz Santana:]
All I see is dead people
Soo woop, all I see is red people
Red dots, chop chop, I see dead people
Shoot him through his snap back, make his head see through
Body count, body count
Add anotha nigga to my body count
AR15 hold alotta rounds
Sniper kit, so that bitch don’t make nada sound
FN-57 with them blue tips
20 shot clip, that should move shit
White car, that’s my cool whip
Still movin 8 balls, without a pool stick
Santana bitch, I don’t see no colors
But I see you hatin ass mafuckas
I got some lil niggas that’ll do ya dirty
Free of charge too, they just wanna put some work in
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I’m color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs

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