*The Lord Laughs*

[Yo Gotti]:
Yea, n***a, it whateva
Yea, bitch, it whateva

[The Lord]:
Yeah, Gotti, it’s whateva

[Yo Gotti]:
Yeah!
I Am…

[The Lord]:
I Am....

[Yo Gotti - Verse 1]:

I’ll neva let my n***as down
Nah, I neva pet them choppaz down
Hitcha bitch when I come in town
She ain’t neva let a n***a down

[The Lord - Verse 2]:
No hashtag
Give ‘em a #pound
Choppin’ the beat/beet
I’m farmin’ the sound
When-whenever I cum thru
I be drippin’
(I be drippin)
And no tobacco’
I’m spittin’
(Ummm…)

[Yo Gotti (The Lord) - Verse 3]
Blogs put a n***a bidniss out (Bidniss out)
Knock em down
Now switch I ‘em out (Switch ‘em out)
IGot opps ion’t kno about (Know about)
Stand on bidniss
We’ont talk about it

[The Lord - Versе 4]:
Nann n***a talk about it
Gotta rowwwwllll
If they troutin’ about it
I ain’t neva been to typa n***a datz baitin’
No motel, but I’m еatin’ (eatin’)

[Yo Gotti - Verse 5]

We do real numbers
Real shelf:
Benihanas
I’ll take a n***a under
Watch 300
These the new Yeezys ‘fore they drop
Yeah
Call ‘em DUNDAS
Jay say I got the thunda
Prayed to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
It’s like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama

Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drug deala
Yo Gotti, he be runnin’ ‘round wit real killaz
Hush Gang, he ain’t frontin’ no fukk n***as
Big steppa, we’ll stomp one’uh u lul n***as

N***as say they slidin
Nobody dyin’ tho
Oh...
Yo net worth ain’t in Forbes
But what was they lyin’ for?

Yeah

Go Dolla’ Fo’ Dolla
Shout out for shout out
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm Scholarship Gotti
You gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
[The Lord - Verse 6]

(I am The Lord)

Blasting JACKBOYS "GATTI"
Yo, I’m sick like Omnicroni
I just folded up
Like yogis doing origami

I roll around wit #Comrades
They stand by me like the Army
I hit the hex
I’m Intuit’
Don’t tempt me, bitch:
QuickBooks

I know I confuse them
N***as cannot read my mind…

I’m the same ass n***a who was down in Miami
Lost on Ocean Time

I rock Gucci, Louis, Prada
All my broz
They shop at Saks

Bagged the bitch
Hopped in the Subie
Left Ocean Grove
Cruise past Fifth Ave
(Fiff Ave)

“My dick so good
Should make him pay me…”

“I missed a bar
I guess I’m lazy…”

[Yo Gotti - Verse 7]:

I’m knockin all my opps out the field
Young n***a sick
Young n***a ill

All uh my n***as, you named it
Just ballin’ to D.C., you named it
I gave em the pack and he tanked it
25 paints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and thanked me

"Hey Gotti, you low, you janked me"
Lil bitch just post me: brainless

Rolls Royce: stainless
Made my neighborhood famous
Ridgecrest for tourists
Aye, why yo jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless
All my n***as thoughtless
None uh my n***as sanctified
But they be throwin crosses

All my [?] all set
All my diamonds factory set
Damn, my lil series
I stamp that
My bitch like the same sex, yeah

I see the same n***as doin the same shit erryday
Different n***a, yeah, I had to go and make a way
Any day, it’s another million dolla play
It’s like 70 mill, now anotha hunnid on de way