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LaSiera Music (Yea) Yeah n***a, it's whatever Yeah b*t*h, it's whatever (Huah) Yeah, I am (Let’s Get it) I'll never let my n***as down Nah, I never put some choppas down (Never) Hit your b*t*h when I come in town She ain't never let a n***a down (Yeah) No fake sh*t no BBL My real n***as they CVL I walk around his mansion with my booty shorts and a ginger ale Blog put a n***a business out Knock 'em down, now switch 'em out I got opps I don't know about Stand on business, we don't talk about it (Shh) Don’t ask no Questions Ion hear nun Got b*t*hes scared Cuz ion fear none Namе buzzin like a stun gun But I come through with that one and donе We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's I'll take a n***a under Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy's 'Fore they drop (Yeah), call 'em Dondas Jay said I got the thunder Pray to God for the runners Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed a summer Put it on my mama Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no f**k n***as (Shh) Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' n***as N***as say they slidin', nobody dyin' though (Oh) Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin' 'fore? Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta We can go thottie for thottie I'm scholarship Gotti, you gave a b*t*h a Birkin I just gave her some knowledge Jump on the track and get it Poppin’ (Poppin) These b*t*hes need to stop rapping that nonsense Thinkin’ they f**kin’ with me and they not I get it poppin’ like grease in the pot (Pot) N***as just rapping about guns and get shot (Shot) I got gorillas they bringing that snot Pull up in the game, take a Rap B*t*h spot I got the sauce word to drake you know it’s hot (HUAH) I put 100 thou on my chest (Aye) Look at the flick of the wrist (yea) My VVS’s so crisp, Loud got a lisp Ain’t no more Opps on the list Stop sending out shots, You b*t*hes get dismissed These rappers I’m schooling, they not pa**ing the Quiz I stacked up a million, Then put it on my wrist My NetWork got these b*t*hes feeling dissed (you mad?) B*t*h, you mad? I can’t help that N***as, you broke? There ain’t No Chit-Chat Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I'm knockin' all my opps out the field Young n***as sick, young n***a ill All of my n***as united Just ballin' to DC United I gave him the pack and he tanked it (Tanked it) Twenty-five pints and he dranked it (Uhh) Just showed her my account and she fainted (On God) Showed him the plug and he thanked me (You welcome) "Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie" Lil' b*t*h just posted me, brainless (Dumba**) Rolls Royce stainless (Steel) Made my neighbourhood famous (For real) Rich catch for tourists (For tourists) Ayy, why yo' jewellery blury? All my jewellery flawless, all my n***as stallers None of my n***as sanctifies, they be throwin' cross All my Forgies offset All my diamonds factory set That my lil' savage, I stamped that My b*t*h like the sunset, yeah I see the same n***as doin' the same sh*t every day (Sh*t every day) Different n***a, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Go and make a way) Any day, it's another million-dollar plate It's like seventy mill now, 'nother hundred on the way
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