[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Yeah n***a, it's whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & 10Percent]
I'll never let my n***as down
Nah, I never put some choppas down
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a n***a down
Blog put a n***a business out
Knock 'em down, now switch 'em out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand on business, we don't talk about it
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's
I'll take a n***a under
Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy's
'Fore they drop (Yeah), call 'em Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runnеrs
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missеd the summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck n***as
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' n***as
N***as say they slidin', nobody dyin' though (Oh)
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin' 'fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
[Verse 2: Upchurch]
Church
I'm wippin' my Ford and my roads made of gravel
Walk in the club like I bought a whole saddle
They tell me who hatin' it dont even matter
Yo boy stayin' blessed like I live in a chapel
Center I am, got a meal with a apple
In court with 3 hoes and they dont even matter
They tryna' attach to the dopest example of country thuggin' and they know that is factual
Big bubba in an SS rockin' overalls he a rap star
Hot wheels in the driveway tell a hater we can never match cars
Fuck the game we don't match bars, south side till I match stars
Even then it's still south side, sittin' in the rollie eatin' goulash
I'm a country singer with a Glock for real
Walkin' the block of the city still
Eyes red but I don't know shit in the back seat ass detail
And i don't give a fuck what you got going on
I'm famous famous, not like famous faking what I've done (Church)

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
All of my n***as united
Just bought into DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and he thanked me
"Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie"
Lil' bitch just posted me, brainless
Rolls Royce stainless
Made my neighborhood famous
Rich catch for tourists
Ay, why yo' jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless, all my n***as stallers
None of my n***as sanctifies, they be throwin' cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that
My bitch like the sunset, yeah
I see the same n***as doin' the same shit every day (Shit every day)
Different n***a, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Go and make a way)
Any day, it's another million-dollar plate
It's like seventy mill now, 'nother hundred on the way