Jackin 4 Beats Yo Gotti

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I told my dawgz we was gon be rich one day
HA Muthafuka I'm rolling, top drop in that lamborghini bitch
Tell it from wet willies
I just had a few martini's on the beach
Ms Dior and she got on a bikini
Pussy niggas in my city playin they don't wanna see me
In my rollin rolls royce phantom with the chauffer
Back seat with my toaster
Standard clip don't need no holster
I'm real like I'm supposed to
I swear tried to keep it kosher
Nigga kept on playin games wit me so I cold not look overem
I'm 37 flights up in the sky I see the ocean mane
Trump tower ocean view right down the street frim ocean view
Yea I been m.i.a. othaa niggas m.i.a
Don't you get it twisted its north memphis till my dying day
Rolling
Live from the kitchen bitch thats on the way
Cm6 gangster grillz
We the moast anticipate
Streets mad damn gotti you had the whole world Waitin
Had to cook that shit again make sure it wasn't no soda taste
I'm tha ether out the beaker streets been tweakin for that gangster shit
Well here I go fresh out the bricks
Break me down take a hit
I am what I am & you not what you tryna be
Its my fault you a wannabe remember its only one of me
Gotti King I eat niggas like pihranhas
Yellow ice like a mcdonalds
Want that white meet me in the tunnnel
I go hard every summer I keep soft in the winter
Gave the streets that cm6 so in the hood its early christmas