If you can handle all of that then we can get it poppin I don't want no broke niggas no no I want the type of nigga who know how to ba-all [Verse 2: Yo Gotti
up the bar Cuban the don daddy like john gotti I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies If it's on it's on, mami [ chorus ] It's mister cuban link
shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready You know I had to bring 'em back Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo Aye yo, I'm old
club get to pumpin' dis And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit (Yo shit) Yo shit, yo shit (Yo
' in the head police now what I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack With all them fiends in
Yo, Fredwreck, turn this motherfucker up man So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit Some try to repeat my flow Others neva try 'cuz they know I told
Cole to meet us down in the A And bring Wiz Khalifa because the green look pure We some real niggas We just looking in the mirror [Chorus - Yo Gotti] I'm on
Gotti and got killed Shady pistol drive, we posted up on the hill And the grams and the halves for fifty, how I feel I got it, been had it since '95 '
it, wit it Money, we get it, get it I see my target, regardless I hit it, hit it Bullets ain't got no name Gotti ain't playin' games Gotti don't buss
regular, (For Real?) It's a drought so I whip it, I ain't sellin' regular. (For Real..) Cause I can take a quarter thing, Whip it right, Get a extra
4x) I want a five star bitch I need a 5 star bitch I need a 5 star bitch I want a five star bitch (Yo Gotti) It's ya boy yo gotti, I do grade A shit
another house. You can be my gudda bitch but shawty gotta gudda mouth. Bend it over, touch your toes. I'm pulling her hair she throw it back. I dont fuck
thats a hella caine say we yong and dumb we'n got it all gota gotta lot of beef but we'll kill'em all body piling up blame it on my dogs lota money
and stare daddies on da benz, and it remind me of a rocking chair i got bitches errwhere, california, delaware haters in my peripheral and i can smell it
wanna watch me now, jock me now I feel like you can't stop me now, they love my voice Of course, full-force, I done made it now [Yo Gotti] I feel like you can
(I made it through the years) I guess that I'm blessed (I guess that I'm blessed) Cause I didn't get popped (or I didn't get killed) [Yo Gotti] It's
it, got dro and we fixin' light it Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis
] [Yo Gotti] I'm from the projects, jaded in, fence surround I'm a normal teen black, but these chinks around 'cause they on the corner stores, like how could they afford something we can
