Album Name

DIME TRAP

Artist

Yo Gotti, T.I.

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.10.05

Release Agency

Sony Music

I got a real short list
of shit I like to do
Get money cake shit
I just wanna ball yeah
That's the list nigga that's it
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
with the paper
till the day I die
From what them bitches saying
for what them niggas doing
For you were getting going
I was getting cured
Put it down bay rolls
in the neighbourhood
We're catching cases
I got to catch some paper good
Lil homie @ me
do you know you came up
I say you deal with led bitch
you wearing
I don't like 'em
feel that way about 'em
Lotta rappers
I don't talk about 'em
OD niggas ain't gon'
bust a grave man
they just talking loud
Got body got a problem
go to war about it
Have a problem understanding
your logic man
Man for four hundred
take your honey and tour London
And some more money
Don't believe it
Well you a dummy
Ain't no pun intended
Never tearing girls in the mention
Ain't no renting in it
A rebel when I fucked that bitch
It ain't no coming in it
Since my first album
I've been serious
Ain't no funny business
Bitch ain't no funny business
No weapon give us your prosper
But it's welcome to form
Knew from the day I was born
I'd perform in the foreign
Ringing bells and blowing horn
when my name called
I'm just a self made nigga
in the rain though
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
with the paper
till the day I die
From what them bitches saying
for what them niggas doing
For you were getting going
I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
I'm a dope boy legend
Street form revving
Not a stone in a watch
no charm on the niggas
They say I'm reckless yeah
I might be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga
who don't like me
If I go to jail today
that bitch gon' write me No
She gon' fuck me No
if a nigga go broke
I bet a range on the super bowl
In the kitchen super cold
Six ounce four pints
that's a superstore
Though I always had a plaque
and a hit
Boy I bet I had a mac
and some bricks
If there's thorns in the wreath
got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck
got the money for the case
Truck truck Lambo
Gun gun ammo
Me and black
that's my fammo
He a white man camo
Who is she she wanna cake
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
with the paper
till the day I die
From what them bitches saying
for what them niggas doing
For you were getting going
I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
I'm a president swag
In the slum with the hat now
Running up a bag do it for 'em
just to pass out
Dab in my bag give it to her
where her ass at
Dick gang great give it to her
till she pass out
The whip can b12 for baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole
no detail
Shout out to all my nigga
who legit and now they figure
Now they rich
and you just get it to blow
Came out the bottom
they ain't making no more boy
Always been a hustler
not a robber
I never stole nothing
Tryna be flipping work
till they come through the hallway
K-I-N-G can't deny me
Niggas still rapping 'bout
what we did in the 90's nigga
See it on my face dawg
I'm just a real nigga riding
in the race dawg
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
with the paper
till the day I die
From what them bitches saying
for what them niggas doing
For you were getting going
I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Yeah yeah yeah