Yo Gotti - They Don't Want It lyrics

Um huh ooooo nananna they don't want it with us Record label who n***a I do my own thang c**aine 5 n***a I'm in my own lane running round with shooters young n***as they insane I&e the mob n***a I got my own gang bigga bigga rankin you betta tell these n***as work in the u-haul respect down in Duval 100 clips 100 bricks before I ever knew yal walking through your hood like what up what it do dawg fake a** trappers phoney a** rappers n***a say anything to sell they lil albums choppers on the tour bus feds trying to grab them phantom in the drive way still ain't dropped a album Um huh ooooo nananna they don't want it with us Yea they might puff dro and yea they might f** hoes a yo all I know they want it with us I'm talking bout every where I go I got choppers in 4-4s first s**er even looking like he want it I bust I'm mister z.e.d I'm just southside coasting plenty syrup plenty dro now I'm in slow motion shooting hit your head stomach leg all in one motion for the he said she said causing that commotion when you take your shirt off when them crips thanking you locing when they get them bullets out you doctor c-section you open all my n***as straight k**as like the illa we be smoking so if I n***a f**ing with us in the river he be floating... Zilla Um huh ooooo nananna they don't want it with us Refiner heater cociana fever bruh gave me chance time to make the world believers grind like it's over time call us over achievers made my quotas off of oders that way I sold them cheaper cashville got a whole platoon full of goons see this pistol that's the preview the bullets they coming soon movie sh** think lord of war or maybe blow I'm the college james jordon heatherway and the gun make it a felony 50 pound bail all hell I know the smell on me weighing up the lbs they paying up to 12 a piece keep having nightmares of n***as trying to tell on me