[Intro: Yo Gotti & Leo Goff] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Yeah (DJ Meech, lil' bitch) Ayy, Leo, don't stop me, this off top part four Alright, alright, we got it like ninety bars
[Verse: Yo Gotti & Leo Goff] Ayy, used to be the fed, now the paparazzi snapping Ayy, everybody smoking on somebody, boy, quit capping Somebody tell Tay Keith he a fool, this bitch slapping Left my last bitch, what happened? Shoutout my last bitch, what's happening? Real nigga, never been the one to pillow talk, I never seen a pillow Bitch told me Richard Mille or bye-bye, I'ma miss her FN hold baby missiles, it go through your bone gristle High security, still tote the pistol I don't rely on nan' nigga Let's have some fun with this shit I'ma slow down the flow (Okay) You know this CM10, this "Shoot Off" number four ("Shoot Off" number four) You see that Phantom and that Cullinan and that Wraith and the Ghost I fuck your bitch on a plane, double back for the throat I'm investing in crypto I be texting in street code Got more watches than jewelers Want my bitches in plurals That's more than one a time If she ain't with it, it's fine She know I'm busy as fuck, that's my favorite line When the beat breakdown, make me feel like I'm breaking down them pounds And my sister [?] in the kitchen with that newspaper on the ground (Keep going) When them bricks came in, me and Nero had ziplocs in them ziplocs Standing over that stove, making that pot go do the beatbox (Go, go) Joe Biden with the big rocks, fifty pointers in the Rollie Trackhawk and a Redeye, none of my shit stolen Shirt off in that XL, might go luxury, uh-huh Know I keep it on me so don't fuck with me, uh-huh I used to ride a four and now I'm in the Forbes I used to step on woodgrain now it's marble floors I miss the Honda Accord, used to have a bitch in it with the bricks in it Rental trucks tinted with the sticks in it, yeah, I been spinning (Twenty-four left) Yeah, I been winning, big Gotti big getting it No feelings, drug dealing, turned that shit to a business Solo on all my mission, want no witness or codefendants Never put no hoes in the business No cap, no kidding, I take this shit to the graveyard I got a million in that Goyard I made a half a million out my room, oh yeah, our trap booming I'm eating noodles serving consumers Locked in with the streets, never move off rumors Facts only This that Cocaine Muzik, yeah, I'm right back on it (Almost there) Gave my nigga a hundred K, turned his back on me Ain't no love in these streets, ain't no loyalty How opps beefing with me but they avoiding me (Alright, just make sure I get my credit)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
