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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Darius Henry
Darius Henry
Songwriter
Hermes Aliu
Hermes Aliu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hermes Aliu
Hermes Aliu
Producer
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Dee, you poppin' yo' shit, nigga) uh-huh, okay, right Ayy, you see, back in '06 (frrt), we told y'all so Can I speak to 'em for a sec? Gotti I'm back, I think we should remind 'em, look GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain 3.5 the new Chiron inside my bidness name Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture Had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (Gangsta Grillz) So it's fair to say a decade and a half later We showed you niggas how to actually run the game Frrt, can I speak to 'em for a sec? I'm back (DJ Drama), look GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain 3.5 the new Chiron inside my bidness name Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture Had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (Cocaine Murzik) Uh, Gotti in a 'Gatti, I like how it sounded Nine figures up, but I been stayin' grounded (stayin' grounded) Scoop a nigga bitch, then leave her how I found her I'm Mr. Give-Him-the-Load 'cause they know I'll down it (down it) Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in it And a rose-gold scale for when I'm reminiscin' (huh?) Rose-gold Rollie, that's the dope boy watch Bando jumpin', that's the dope boy spot (dope boys) Droppin' nothin' but mixtapes from now on, fuck these charts (gangsta) We need Gotti back outside to get the streets back hot It's like Universal, Mexico, and Interscope my trap house Every Friday come around, I'm tryna send a pack out Bitch say she need therapy, I'm like, "Let me knock your back out" She seekin' attention, you know that's when bitches act out And I ain't confrontational with bitches, that's when I back out I'm here for peace, not pussy, bitch, I'm dippin', you get too loud, for real (dramatic) Ayy, you know how shit go, man, like Bitches wanna go back and forth, forth and back (you know I mean?) Bitch, I ain't got time for that shit (uh-uh) You know, time is money, man, I got big shit to handle, bitch You feel me? (We back at it) I need no distractions, bitch, just sent me five attachments like Glorilla said You know Karrine Steffans, bitch, I want some super head I recorded this in a week Told John Janick to clear the schedule out, we releasin' this for the streets I been dream chasin' all my life, sometime I think I'm Meek Tryna break in my house like shit sweet, fuck around and got sweeped I invite snakes to the grass, gotta kill what you eat Why you strapped with security? If I go out, I'm goin' out me This the life of survival, where I don't trust allies, I look at them like my rivals I don't talk on the phone around my bitch or my driver I don't talk on the phone about no shit that's incriminatin' Nigga like, "Bring me that", I'm like, "What you insinuatin'?" Rat-ass niggas'll try to put you in any case Watchin' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate (shh) Shit crazy, we really seein' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate Amigo, you bring me one million cash And I will double it and drop it off at your doorstep (Gotti, show 'em) Negotiations with the plug, ask what type of math for that Numbers through the roof, and nigga, I'm payin' half of that I'm mister 90-10, nigga, I want more than half of that I can drop a tape, and you go platinum and won't make half of that (gangsta) I'm a hustler, game giver, hunnid up and still I'm the same nigga Me and my baby mama don't even rock, but I bought her a Range, nigga And you niggas depressed, takin' painkillers (ha-ha-ha-ha) And you'll lose your life 'bout a chain, nigga Go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around and tell on the same niggas 40 million in real estate and 20 in stocks A million dollars in security, but 500 for a Glock I told my brother 'nem, "Watch, I'ma get us out of this bitch If you believe in the plan, we gon' swap music with bricks" Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari, and I don't drive none of 'em Look good in front of the crib though It's driveway furniture (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga) Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari, and I don't drive none of 'em Look good in front of the crib though (showed y'all niggas) It's driveway furniture
Writer(s): Darius Henry, Hermes Aliu, Mario Mims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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