Letra de Driveway Furniture - Yo Gotti

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)

Ayy

Can I speak to 'em for a sec?

I'm back

Look

GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain

3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name

Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything

Uh, Gotti in a 'Gatti, I like how it sounded

Nine figures up, but I been 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

Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in it

And a rose-gold scale for when I'm reminiscin'

Rose-gold Rollie, that's the dope boy watch

Bando jumpin', that's the dope boy spot

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' if you get too loud

Ayy, you know how shit go, man, like

Bitches wanna go back and forth, forth and back

Bitch, I ain't got time for that shit

You know, time is money, man, I got big shit to handle, bitch

You feel me?

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 incriminating

Nigga like, "Bring me that," I'm like, "What you insinuating?"

Rat-ass niggas'll try to put you in any case

Watchin' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate

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

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

I'm a hustler, game giver

Hundred 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

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

Forty million in real estate and twenty in stocks

A million dollars in security, but five hundred for a Glock

I told my brother and them, "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

It's driveway furniture

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