Young Dolph - Gelato (Yo Gotti Diss) lyrics

[Intro] Oouu that drink raw.. Pa** me a lighter man... Aye I'm in the booth right now right And I look around and I finally realize... That I done turned myself to a motherf**ing self made millionaire you digg Everybody love me except for one group of b**h a** n***as... Aye don't play with me, play with your b**h Let's go [Verse 1] Don't play with me, play with your b**h Young n***a on some multi million dollar sh** Fur coat, half a million worth of ice on I'm lit up like a n***a cut the Christmas lights on Why the f** do you be so fresh Dolph? Why you keep your foot on these n***as neck Dolph? Cause we at the top, but we really from the bottom Tell that p**y f** em and that's how I feel about em Heard your intro your last two mixtapes I hear you slick dissin' but that sh** lame All that make believe rappin' about c**aine Don't play with me Ho Gotti you a hoe mane You went from my biggest fan, to my biggest hater Begging me to sign with you, but I had too much paper Still that same n***a that used to front your big brother Found that he a b**h too now I call him your big sister (b**h) You still that same n***a that was beefin' with a dyke (But you a gangsta tho?) I cannot take you serious . Aight They said them p**y n***as on your team iron your draws They say you make them p**y a** n***as call you boss But they can't call you King (why?) Because that's Dolph I can't drink all that two liter, because that's raw The streets ours That new 488 came with a lot of power My lil n***as begging me to let them send some scattered showers Don't play with me, play with your b**h Matter fact when I f**ed her she told me you a b**h And tell that old n***a from my hood with you that he a b**h You make the city look bad, that's the truth f** n***a I be in North Memphis more than you I shot my first twenty videos in my hood You a p**y I heard they never see you in your hood n***a quit playin' Ten M's up, what the f**, I'm just sayin' Oh you must be mad cause they call Memphis Dolphland I'm at the Super Bowl my money on the Falcons Aye you big head motherf**er Why you hatin' so much? Oh I forgot you came up rappin' dissin' Three 6 Mafia Slick dissin' and dodgin' me n***a let's get it poppin' Ole p**y a** n***a Ole p**y a** n***a Was talking 'bout me in your song " Pride To The Side " Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride When they hear this sh**, they gon play it five times Got a lot of foreign cars, that I get too high to drive Don't play with me, play with your b**h Don't play with me, play with your b**h [Outro] So, so I told myself a long time ago right I said "I ain't gonna expose this p**y a** n***a man, cause we from the same city" You know, and your whole p**y a** team know n***a I've been sparing your b**h a** for the past 5 years n***a You know that sh** man, come on man CM who? CMF The Cocaine Musik f*ggots I know, you know, the whole motherf**in' city know You's a b**h Don't play with me man, play with your b**h This ain what you want I'm the same lil n***a bro, that was helping your big p**y a** brother put food on his table when you wasn't f**ing with him bro Put it like this, Aye Yo? You was ridin' in the city beefin' with a dyke my n***a I don't know no gangsters that beef with motherf**in' dykes, my n***a That motherf**ing song that touched down , " Reload It " All that sh**, whatever the f** it was n***a n***a you was talkin' boutta dyke n***a n***a you was beefin' with a dyke out there in North Memphis were you from n***a n***a you a b**h n***a Ho Gotti I'm disappointed in you man Stay in your place homie, you know what's up with me Tell your fat a** big brother man I said he a b**h too Matter fact your big sister Tell your fat a** big sister that I said he a b**h too Know what i mean ? Aye you's a b**h n***a The whole city know that, streets know that Stay out my way f** n***a Aye, young n***a, self made, rich sh**, fast cars, fast b**hes, yeah...