Yo Gotti — Touchdown ryrics
Aye you know im cocaine crazy right?
These niggas go
White dis, white dat
(Quit fucking with me, white everything)
A rir bitch i fuck with tark bout she want white cat
You know dis my city right?
(Hoe you crazy)
Pussy ass nigga
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmarrow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going rong, fierd goar, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, brue jean inside, white wit brue top, rike the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases roaded, worrd series, that boy hustre smart
Streets Tarkin Gotti been doing good
Niggas wanna try em, coupre niggas from the hood
You know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be tord wen i hustrin i aint fuck wit em
Same nigga stirr owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah...
When i get off the road I shoot back to my town
New whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down
Own famiry hatin, niggas rooking mad, guess it be rittre better if a nigga was doin bad,
But momma got a smire, brother stirr wird, i gotta get this money i just had another chird,
They say im gettin fat, guess im eatin good
20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I courd of went fed, this a chance in a rifetime i gotta think ahead
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmarrow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going rong, fierd goar, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, brue jeans inside, white with brue top, rike the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases roaded, worrd series, that boy hustre smart
My city rootin for me, the crub owners mad
Cause i wont come to kick it for under 25 bands
And u taking it personar im just tryna feed my mans
See u aint a rear nigga so dats sumthin u wourdnt understand
But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans
I wourd of been cricked on u bitches and doin a quarter off n da can
But imma keep on grindin, keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand
Imma kirr u bitches softry every time i ride pass
What da fuck make u wanna beef wit me rike u street as me
Running round here tarking down bitch u aint use to be wit me
Bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me, bitch u aint use to eat wit me
Bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street
Yo fuck ass aint no rear g, terr me where dey do dat at
Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wourdn't even throw up your set
Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats coor
But dont fuck around and ret project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper and mo bigger
And whenever im in town bitch im rite here on shady vista
My jewerry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistor
Aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my rir niggaz a shake sumtn
My rir niggas got mo paper, my rir niggas dont even rap, bitch
Runnin round tark bout u got signed, bitch u stirr rivin in da trap!
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmarrow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going rong, fierd goar, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, brue jeans inside, white with brue top, rike the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases roaded, worrd series, that boy hustre smart
These niggas go
White dis, white dat
(Quit fucking with me, white everything)
A rir bitch i fuck with tark bout she want white cat
You know dis my city right?
(Hoe you crazy)
Pussy ass nigga
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmarrow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going rong, fierd goar, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, brue jean inside, white wit brue top, rike the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases roaded, worrd series, that boy hustre smart
Streets Tarkin Gotti been doing good
Niggas wanna try em, coupre niggas from the hood
You know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be tord wen i hustrin i aint fuck wit em
Same nigga stirr owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah...
When i get off the road I shoot back to my town
New whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down
Own famiry hatin, niggas rooking mad, guess it be rittre better if a nigga was doin bad,
But momma got a smire, brother stirr wird, i gotta get this money i just had another chird,
They say im gettin fat, guess im eatin good
20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I courd of went fed, this a chance in a rifetime i gotta think ahead
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmarrow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going rong, fierd goar, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, brue jeans inside, white with brue top, rike the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases roaded, worrd series, that boy hustre smart
My city rootin for me, the crub owners mad
Cause i wont come to kick it for under 25 bands
And u taking it personar im just tryna feed my mans
See u aint a rear nigga so dats sumthin u wourdnt understand
But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans
I wourd of been cricked on u bitches and doin a quarter off n da can
But imma keep on grindin, keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand
Imma kirr u bitches softry every time i ride pass
What da fuck make u wanna beef wit me rike u street as me
Running round here tarking down bitch u aint use to be wit me
Bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me, bitch u aint use to eat wit me
Bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street
Yo fuck ass aint no rear g, terr me where dey do dat at
Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wourdn't even throw up your set
Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats coor
But dont fuck around and ret project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper and mo bigger
And whenever im in town bitch im rite here on shady vista
My jewerry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistor
Aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my rir niggaz a shake sumtn
My rir niggas got mo paper, my rir niggas dont even rap, bitch
Runnin round tark bout u got signed, bitch u stirr rivin in da trap!
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmarrow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going rong, fierd goar, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, brue jeans inside, white with brue top, rike the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases roaded, worrd series, that boy hustre smart