[Intro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama]
These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them (Talk to 'em, Gotti)
And I'm a real n***a, I'm nothin' like them (Gangsta)
Like them, nothin' like them
Smash on sight if we don't like them (Gangsta Grizzills)

[Verse 1]
I'm straight out of Memphis (I am), the gutter part (Hey)
From a quarter pound of weed to a brick of hard
Shout out the god (Shout out the god), I'm triple blessed (Amen)
A hundred n***as wanna kill me, and I ain't dead yet (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I love my hood (It's love), we Talibans (We is)
Military mob, Ridgecrest Afghanistan (Attention)
I'm real, rich, and reckless, call me Triple R (Triple R)
That Phantom Ghost a quarter-million-dollar car (Hey)
I ain't a star (Ain't a star), like Ricky Ross (Ross)
I'm an [?][0:44] n***a (I am), bitch, I'm the boss (Boss)
You throw a cross (Cross), off with your head (Hah)
Your n***as goin' state (State), my n***as goin' fed
My money long (Fft), you n***as' money scared (Beep)
It run and hide when it see bigger bread (Hey)
Die for my pride (Pride), ride for my guys (Guys)
Look in my eyes (Eyes), then you'd realize that—

[Chorus]
These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them
And I'm a real n***a, I'm nothin' like them
N***as hatin' on him, but the bitches like him
And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey, Gangsta)
These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them (Hey)
And I'm a real n***a, I'm nothin' like them (Hey)
N***as hatin' on him, but the bitches like him
And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey)
[Verse 2]
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you think? (Hey)
N***as talkin' like they gangster, but I know they ain't
Hundred pounds of kush, let me show you how I do it
Soon as I get my sack, I'ma run straight through it
N***a in my phone 'bout this worrisome-ass bitch
Askin' me if I hit when he already knew it
Hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Gotti, don't do it"
Hearin' n***as in the feds tryna make me go through it
Couple million dollars, I done already blew it
G4 planes, I done already flew it
We're not the same, we're not congruent
Shirt Ralph Lauren, but your shoes [?][1:58] (Hey)
Birds in the coupe, I done already flew it (Yeah)
Shots in the Glock, I done already threw it (Blaow)
Yo Gotti in this bitch with all his ice on (Hey)
In the VIP, look like they cut the lights on (Yeah)
Poppin' bottles, throwin' money all night long (Hey)
Not to mention we forty deep with all white on (Yeah)

[Chorus]
These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them
And I'm a real n***a, I'm nothin' like them
N***as hatin' on him, but the bitches like him
And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey)
These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them (Hey)
And I'm a real n***a, I'm nothin' like them (Hey)
N***as hatin' on him, but the bitches like him
And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey)