Album Name

I Am (Explicit Ver.)

Artist

Yo Gotti

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.11.15

Release Agency

Sony Music

King Sh*t (Feat. T.I.) - Yo Gotti
Oh this a hit nigga
With no words on it
I got on two chains
but no I ain't Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin'
but I ain't from Philly boy
Bitch bad and she said
that I can get it boy
This a hit and
I'm a make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range
my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten
I like the bitch
She down to fuck
but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill
got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini
condo off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane
fresh as hell no stains
Robert jeans with the stones
Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different I was built for this
my bitch only rock Tiffany
You rat you'll sing a symphony
and I'm back
city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant
and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument
Bass feel that
yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease
pussy where they do that

L.A. Reid cut the check for me
King shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell
like a pound of that loud
but a nigga look
like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari
fuck the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion
that worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo pants
Standard clip
with that hollow man
yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad
she get fucked fast
ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D nigga
Like a bank strip
when you see me nigga
Your money wrong
and my money long
And I'm playing
with it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke
don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini Mac 10
and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And nigga
I don't wanna smoke your weed
plain gas the only
thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God
for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty they taught me
everything I know
Like how to whip it
cook it cut it deal it
Hand it to your partner
let him flood through the city
Really we bout that action
you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max
that's a motherfucking fact
I'm a real nigga
fuck these rappers
Doors up doors down
When I'm in the club
bitch it's going down
Shawty think it fucked
hand down hands up pants down
Down down
shawty fuckin head down
I see my phone blowing up
I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper
then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city
boy it going down
This that dope boy academy
them three letters been after me
Who
The F.B.I. ever catchin me
my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete
Young black nigga
in a big white phantom
Nigga I look
like a referee nigga
They blowing
the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm chilling
This bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's
that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game
and one feet out
swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga till the death of me
Never sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew
60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money
like a motherfuckin Brinx trunk
Standing in the kitchen nigga
trying to build a brick up uh