[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I pull up in my cutlass hat cocked handling business
Fresh up out of court and I'm right back on my grizzly
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Ball like the playoffs Aston Martin take off
Take off, take off
Yeah bitch, take off
Got some goons, I got some goons
That's what I call a face off
N***a face off, swish, n***a face off
Hit him in his ass
But I was trying to take his face off

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
50 packs of kushin n***a balling like I'm Zeebo
Ridge crest apartments I'm the neighborhood hero
More white than mayo now can you say swish?
I'm the king of Memphis and I be balling like a bitch
On my dope shit, coke shit, n***as know me
I'm the blueprint, the street shit, n***as owe me
Offense, water boy, you ain't play no D
Wide open shot and you ain't take it, you in the D league
Draft pick NBA shit, David Stern
Contract and a chopper bet these pussys gonna learn
You try to run go catch the people
Shot his ass with a buzzer beater
N***a hit the trunk so many times
N***a knocked the tweeters up out his speakers
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I pull up in my cutlass hat cocked handling business
Fresh up out of court and I'm right back on my grizzly
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Ball like the playoffs Aston Martin take off
Take off, take off
Yeah bitch, take off
Got some goons, I got some goons
That's what I call a face off
N***a face off, swish, n***a face off
Hit him in his ass
But I was trying to take his face off

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Got on my old school penny's
See they know I'm winning, few real n***as
Like me but it really ain't many, true
I'm from North Memphis, (I am) chillin' on the courtside
Grew up down on Watkiss, went to school in North Side
Bitch I'm out here getting it may God be my witness
Any n***a put his hands on me then its gonna be a killing
Heart got no feelings, top got no ceilings
Cruising past Bill top dropped where the bitches
Peabody Presidential sweet 220
Tonight I'm hitting the pure and I'm a make it rain 20's
I'm on young n***a shit, I swear I sold it all
I had bricks the color of Battier and white as Marc Gasol
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I pull up in my cutlass hat cocked handling business
Fresh up out of court and I'm right back on my grizzly
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Ball like the playoffs Aston Martin take off
Take off, take off
Yeah bitch, take off
Got some goons, I got some goons
That's what I call a face off
N***a face off, swish, n***a face off
Hit him in his ass
But I was trying to take his face off

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
I be on my grizzly, I be on my grizzly
Four door Rari' white seats bout' Mckenzie
All these n***as claiming that they're real
Are really fakers
Rapping bout' the game and never play, commentators
Paid four blocks for the watch, thats a benzo
Whatcha' got hanging out the Glock, that extendo
Started with a 3.5 that's a 8 ball
Grind it up into a half a 9, thats a baseball
I know what it says on your shirt
What are kilo's?
Hide my money at my paper house, call it Kinko's
Club onyx album dallas ballin' like I'm JT
G5 Down in dade stuntin like I'm baby