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
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
The streets been beggin' So I had to go back to the basics [Outro:] Gotti This ya boy Yo Gotti INE, nigga I said its INE Yeah, and I remember you,
Catch up suckas Hey, first thing first, I hit the scene solo I rep the triple d, Dirk Nowitzki, Tony Romo I can't be touched, oh no, I'm flashy like
Yo Gotti) Got me and yo baby mama (Mon E. G.) Sittin off in tha sky (Yo Gotti) Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti) Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) No
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
(Intro- Yo Gotti)I go hard on them haters leave them upsetlike the Grizzlies beat'n tha Lakers that's an upset(Chorus)I go hard on them haters that's
on deck as if you didn't know It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up? Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get
money 'cause I take my money And I take my time when I take my money I'm always careful when I make my money I know about niggas gettin quaked by money
your grind on Come get introduced to my home Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I
Right Right I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front do' I'm livin' everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another
Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give mc's the runs drippin when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs drippin' When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away Everybody hit the
it ain't no thang Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame I'ma
called it drug related I was standing right there when his mother fainted And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate I grabbed my nina and made
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
seeing this right here, we see nobody I know you came to party so, get up on yo feet Yeah baby, just trip that body and sing along wit me, come on I
Yeah, I don't give a fuck Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you too Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me This is the Pendemic