[Intro]
(Uh, oh)
Aye you know I'm c**aine crazy right ?
(Looks like a blowout)
These n***as go white this, white that
Quit f**ing with me (white everything)
Aye lil b**h I f** with talk bout she want white cat
You know this my city n***a! (ho you crazy)
p**y a** n***a
(Cocaine 4)
[Hook]
I got ba** in the trunk, highs on the inside
Marshmallow paint, 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a n***a going long
Field goal, extra point a n***a going strong
210 on the dash, Blue jean inside
White wit blue top, like the Yankees when I come pastt
Home run, that boy out the park
Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
[Verse 1]
Streets talking, Gotti been doing good
n***as wanna try em, couple n***as from the hood
You know how that go, n***as say you dont f** with em
Truth be told when I was hustlin I ain't f** with em (f** em)
Same n***a still owe me on a pack
Think a n***a forgot because I'm rappin? (nah)
When I get off the road, I shoot back to my town
New whips, new watch, f** with me, its going down
Own family hating, n***as looking mad
Guess it be little better if a n***a was doing bad,
But momma got a smile
Brother still wild
I gotta get this money, I just had another child,
They say I'm getting fat, guess I'm eating good
20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, (Yo Gotti),
Sometimes I think back, I could've went fed
This a chance in a lifetime, I gotta think ahead
[Hook]
I got ba** in the trunk, highs on the inside
Marshmallow paint, 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a n***a going long
Field goal, extra point a n***a going strong
210 on the dash, Blue jean inside
White wit blue top, like the Yankees when I come pastt
Home run, that boy out the park
Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
[Verse 2]
My city rooting for me, the club owners mad, cause I won't come to kick it for under 25 bands
And you taking it personal I'm just tryna feed my man's
See you ain't a real n***a so that's something you wouldn't understand
But if it wern't for my homeboys and if it wern't for my fans
I would of been clicked on u b**hes, doing a quarter off in the can
But I'mma keep on grinding and keep on shining cause thats what you can't stand
And I'mma k** u b**hes softly every time I ride pa**
What the f** make you wanna compete with me?
Like you street as me
Running round here talking down, b**h you ain't use to be with me
b**h you ain't use to tote heat with me
b**h you ain't use to eat with me
b**h I was thuggin in ridgecrest yo funky a** was somewhere down da street
Yo f** a** ain't no real g
Tell me where they do that at
Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set
Motherf**ers do anything for a check, ok thats cool
But don't f** around and let Project Pat or Juicy J get your a** wet
On another note I'm the same n***a wit mo paper and more bigger
And when ever I'm in town b**h I'm right here on shady vista
My j**elry on, and my car parked, my shirt off with no pistol
Ain't nan, n***a gone take nuttn
My lil n***as a shake sum
My lil n***as got mo paper, my lil n***as don't even rap
Runnin round talk bout you got signed, b**h you still living in the trap
[Hook]
I got ba** in the trunk, highs on the inside
Marshmallow paint, 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a n***a going long
Field goal, extra point a n***a going strong
210 on the dash, Blue jean inside
White wit blue top, like the Yankees when I come pastt
Home run, that boy out the park
Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart