Cold Gangsta Yo Gotti (Ft. 42 Dugg & EST Gee)

Part I

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
(June, you're a genius)
Do What We Want Entertainment
And Can't Be Fucked With Incorporated
Smack a Nigga Ass LLC

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm on some cold gangster shit (Ain't I?)
I might get blocked out the industry (I am)
Ain't wifin' no hoes, no "couple goals" (Can't do it)
And still don't fear all my enemies (I am)
Ain't squashin' no beef, I'm fryin' it (Hibachi)
If it's 'bout the money, I'm tryin' it (I'm tryin', I am)
The price went high, it's thirty a brick (What else, pew)
Water been tight, flyin' in (Pew, pew, whoosh)
Let's say goodbye to the ghetto (Hello, hello)
And welcome to wealth, 90210 (Real big)
Behind the gates (I am), Mulholland Estates
I might turn this bitch to the trap, though (Let's get it, yuh)
"Ayy, there go the neighborhood"
Neighbors been bitching (Why?)
'Cause they heard the Lamb' in the driveway (Bzzz)
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Ding, ding)
It sound like a plane when I drive 'way (Yuh)
Might park the Rolls on the lawn (Lawn)
Fuck it, ain't got no alarm (For what?)
New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory, woo)
I'm a king; you a pawn (Nigga)
I'm a legend: 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am)
New Elvis to the city (King)
In Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts)
I'm on some cold gangster shit
I got a lil' bitch on the west side (West side)
Couple lil' hitters from South Memphis
And another lil' hitter from the eastside (East side, real)
I can adapt to the pain (Pain), I understand the poverty (Poor)
Why would I let a record label fuck over us when I did the robberies? (Never gon' happen)
They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why? Shh)
'Fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh)
Whenever you mention me (Pew, pew)
You not relatable; I'm a street nigga, and that's not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, that's not available (Yuh)
I got a hundred-'round dick on this AR
And I hold it stable-ble (Hey, hey, yeah)