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Driveway Furniture
Yo Gotti, DJ Drama
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(Dee, you poppin' yo' shit, nigga) uh-huh, okay, right
Ayy, you see, back in '06 (frrt), we told y'all so
Can I speak to 'em for a sec? Gotti
I'm back, I think we should remind 'em, look
GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my bidness name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture
Had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (Gangsta Grillz)
So it's fair to say a decade and a half later
We showed you niggas how to actually run the game
Frrt, can I speak to 'em for a sec? I'm back (DJ Drama), look
GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my bidness name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture
Had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (Cocaine Murzik)
Uh, Gotti in a 'Gatti, I like how it sounded
Nine figures up, but I been stayin' grounded (stayin' grounded)
Scoop a nigga bitch, then leave her how I found her
I'm Mr. Give-Him-the-Load 'cause they know I'll down it (down it)
Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in it
And a rose-gold scale for when I'm reminiscin' (huh?)
Rose-gold Rollie, that's the dope boy watch
Bando jumpin', that's the dope boy spot (dope boys)
Droppin' nothin' but mixtapes from now on, fuck these charts (gangsta)
We need Gotti back outside to get the streets back hot
It's like Universal, Mexico, and Interscope my trap house
Every Friday come around, I'm tryna send a pack out
Bitch say she need therapy, I'm like, "Let me knock your back out"
She seekin' attention, you know that's when bitches act out
And I ain't confrontational with bitches, that's when I back out
I'm here for peace, not pussy, bitch, I'm dippin', you get too loud, for real (dramatic)
Ayy, you know how shit go, man, like
Bitches wanna go back and forth, forth and back (you know I mean?)
Bitch, I ain't got time for that shit (uh-uh)
You know, time is money, man, I got big shit to handle, bitch
You feel me? (We back at it)
I need no distractions, bitch, just sent me five attachments like Glorilla said
You know Karrine Steffans, bitch, I want some super head
I recorded this in a week
Told John Janick to clear the schedule out, we releasin' this for the streets
I been dream chasin' all my life, sometime I think I'm Meek
Tryna break in my house like shit sweet, fuck around and got sweeped
I invite snakes to the grass, gotta kill what you eat
Why you strapped with security? If I go out, I'm goin' out me
This the life of survival, where I don't trust allies, I look at them like my rivals
I don't talk on the phone around my bitch or my driver
I don't talk on the phone about no shit that's incriminatin'
Nigga like, "Bring me that", I'm like, "What you insinuatin'?"
Rat-ass niggas'll try to put you in any case
Watchin' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate (shh)
Shit crazy, we really seein' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate
Amigo, you bring me one million cash
And I will double it and drop it off at your doorstep (Gotti, show 'em)
Negotiations with the plug, ask what type of math for that
Numbers through the roof, and nigga, I'm payin' half of that
I'm mister 90-10, nigga, I want more than half of that
I can drop a tape, and you go platinum and won't make half of that (gangsta)
I'm a hustler, game giver, hunnid up and still I'm the same nigga
Me and my baby mama don't even rock, but I bought her a Range, nigga
And you niggas depressed, takin' painkillers (ha-ha-ha-ha)
And you'll lose your life 'bout a chain, nigga
Go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around and tell on the same niggas
40 million in real estate and 20 in stocks
A million dollars in security, but 500 for a Glock
I told my brother 'nem, "Watch, I'ma get us out of this bitch
If you believe in the plan, we gon' swap music with bricks"
Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari, and I don't drive none of 'em
Look good in front of the crib though
It's driveway furniture (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari, and I don't drive none of 'em
Look good in front of the crib though (showed y'all niggas)
It's driveway furniture
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