Fuck Your Bestfriend - Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & EST Gee

(Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Ha ha ha ha ha) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked-) Ooh-ooh Come in this bitch, I'm flooding, gunning Running with the devils, mane Triple the six up, fuck my bitch up Flipping crucifixes mane Spawn of Satan riding with a couple weapons on 'em 2-11, tossed from heaven, junkie creeping out a coma Tell me how you want it Demons clinching on my heart, boy Creeping in the 7th Down that motherfucking St. Bernard Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me Fuck a standard, fuck your culture, motherfuck a fucking Grammy (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) Ay, Romeo (Glock tight, smoked out) Romeo There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves I'm digging 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz Trappin' like I chew bait, unsheathe the blue blade And place it right beside your neck Hol' up, what the fuck you know of Pullin' the wool off of the wolf and facing facts sober? These last few months, bitch I never left the sofa Patiently waiting, the venom is fading Yeah I'm a king cobra (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Ha ha ha ha ha) (Glock tight, smoked-) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Tight, smoked out) (Glock, smoked out) (Tight, smoked) (-ked out) (Tight, smoked out) (Glock, smoked out) (Tight, smoked out)

I got drugs if you need 'em Open air for you to breathe in I'll share my covers if you wanna sleep I guess we're both pretty lucky In a world of disaster I got more good than I asked for I'll take this high any day of the week 'Cause I got love instead of money I got love instead of money I got love instead, I got love, love I got love I got love, fuck your money I got love, fuck your money I got love, fuck your money Why are we stuck on the surface? Let's go back to the basics There's so much beyond what we see What I know's not a secret One day you'll wake up and realize If you're true to your heart you'll be flyin' Wings hold your power and now you are free I got love instead of money I got love instead of money I got love instead, I got love, love I got love I got love, fuck your money I got love, fuck your money I got love, fuck your money This shit is priceless, I figured it out Together there's nothing to worry about As long as we're honest, we're both good to go There's something about me I think you should know I got love instead of money I got love instead, I got love, love I got love I got love, fuck your money You can hit this part with a melody I got love, fuck your money I got love, fuck your money I got love, fuck your money

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.