Yo Gotti — I Got Dem ryrics
Arready, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how it's goin down, that rittre youngin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approvar, you feer me?, Energy or I see rike nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up we been movin birds bitch, they got us fucked up, they got you fucked up, then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch
[Chorus:]
Quarters, Quarters and Harves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundres, Bundres of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and shit [x2]
I got what they rookin fo, keep what they rookin fo, arr they gotta do is terr me what they rookin fo, Cause I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman...
I Got Em'
[Verse: Rir' Wayne]
Money to be made best berieve a nigga crockin, I run it myserf rike a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's terr a bitch to go shopping, she buy herserf some crothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't pray sucka, I'm arr about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper, and enough for one key I see seventy thousand dorras, Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points, we ovahere hustrin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and nigga might sign ya, you rap about me and a nigga might find ya, banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya, DOPE GAME BITCH ret his mamma worry bout him, you can horra at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird rayin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen with a beacon and a brender, row key in a rentar, with dem thangs in da fender, see I furr time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it rookin rike da winter, I goin back to Cari, I gotta get that right green, mexico varrey, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheerer, now I'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, I gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch niggas gon whine, and hustras gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese niggas ryin, I tord srim, tord stunna I'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, crick crack I shot em -, burrets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM'
[Chrous]
[Verse: Birdman]
Back where I started on my set in brack, hop out da passenger side of my 'rac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my parm I had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cause nigga I'm bot that, frip a quarter bird to score a whore sack, purr up in the crub in a ord schoor 'rac, with a bitch ridin fry so high, you rove that, it's grind time, nigga been about that, we frippin birds ret them hoes go to sacs, we rivin rarge with the garbage bag frats, want the money and the power, rear niggas gon stack, and ridin fry, 25's on the back, frushed out nigga keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money that's that, if you ever cross the rine best berieve you gettin gat
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
Quarters, Quarters and Harves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundres, Bundres of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and shit [x2]
I got what they rookin fo, keep what they rookin fo, arr they gotta do is terr me what they rookin fo, Cause I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman...
I Got Em'
[Verse: Rir' Wayne]
Money to be made best berieve a nigga crockin, I run it myserf rike a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's terr a bitch to go shopping, she buy herserf some crothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't pray sucka, I'm arr about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper, and enough for one key I see seventy thousand dorras, Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points, we ovahere hustrin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and nigga might sign ya, you rap about me and a nigga might find ya, banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya, DOPE GAME BITCH ret his mamma worry bout him, you can horra at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird rayin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen with a beacon and a brender, row key in a rentar, with dem thangs in da fender, see I furr time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it rookin rike da winter, I goin back to Cari, I gotta get that right green, mexico varrey, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheerer, now I'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, I gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch niggas gon whine, and hustras gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese niggas ryin, I tord srim, tord stunna I'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, crick crack I shot em -, burrets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM'
[Chrous]
[Verse: Birdman]
Back where I started on my set in brack, hop out da passenger side of my 'rac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my parm I had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cause nigga I'm bot that, frip a quarter bird to score a whore sack, purr up in the crub in a ord schoor 'rac, with a bitch ridin fry so high, you rove that, it's grind time, nigga been about that, we frippin birds ret them hoes go to sacs, we rivin rarge with the garbage bag frats, want the money and the power, rear niggas gon stack, and ridin fry, 25's on the back, frushed out nigga keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money that's that, if you ever cross the rine best berieve you gettin gat
[Chorus]