Yo Gotti - King Shit Lyrics
feat. T.I.[Intro: Yo Gotti]Oh this a hit niggaWith no words on it[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity BoiI'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy***** bad, and she said that I can get it boyThis a hit and I'mma make a nigga feel it boyMy flow on range, my swag’s insaneAnd my campaign on ten, I like the *****She down to *****, but I'm really into her friendHouse up on the hill, got it off of cocaineAventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne***** I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stainsRobert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man’s my chainI’m different, I was built for this, my ***** only rock TiffanyYou rat, you’ll sing a symphony and I’m back, city been missing meMy watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my cityI'm banned up and I ain't in a bandBut my flow just like an instrumentBass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizackHating is a disease, ***** where they do that?[Verse 2: T.I.]L.A. Reid cut the check for meKing shit and you know what it isShawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred millBut I drive Ferrari, ***** the mother*****in dealerPay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinionI got racks all in my cargo pantsStandard clip with that hollow man, yo' ***** assIf yo ***** bad, she get *****ed fast, ain’t no romanceMy diamond dancing in 3D niggaLike a bank strip when you see me, niggaYour money wrong and my money longAnd I'm playing with it like PE niggaReal nigga no joke, don’t think there nigga no hoI got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drumIn the carpet up under my carAnd nigga I don’t wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smokeAnd I gotta thank God for the niggas off BankheadShawty, they taught me everything I knowI do whip it, who could care to dip itHand it to your partner let it flood it to the cityReally, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'We turnt to the max that’s a mother*****ing factI'm a real nigga, ***** these rappers[Bridge: Yo Gotti]Door up, doors downWhen I’m in the club, ***** it's going downShawty think it *****ed, hand down, hands up, pants downDown, down, shawty *****in head downI see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going downOnce I busted at the rapper, then it hit the townCheck the numbers in the city, boy it going down[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]This that dope boy academy,them three letters been after me,(Who?)The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedyShorty open her legs up happilyI ball hard like an athleteYoung black nigga in a big white phantomNigga, I look like a referee niggaThey blowing the whistle they tellingI do the clam I'm chillingThis ***** turned up making rainWhen I'm in the club you yellinThey talk about these Bentley's that Im gettin on the dailyOne feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made itI'ma real nigga till the death of meNever sing a song like a parakeet50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that CherokeeI be gettin money like a mother*****in Brinx trunkStanding in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!
