"Gold Medal" lyrics
"Gold Medal"
(feat. Pee Wee Longway)
[DJ Drama:]
It's award season again
I mean we gon' keep winning and taking all these trophies home
I don't see no real contenders
[Yo Gotti:]
Nigga I should win a trophy
Platinum wrist with the cola
I should get a gold medal
Can't nobody cook it better
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to get some extras
Nigga I can bless you
Two bricks and a half, I got the kitchen under pressure
Take it out the water, rough white that's the texture
This shit just like a drive-thru, when you pull up may I help you?
Eyes on the camera, guns on the counter
Guerrillas with them choppas and they all got them bananas
Ran out of rubber bands then fucked up all the counters
Fucking count it half a hand, give me the pack and I'm a down him
It jumping out the gym, call it trap-oline yayo
How you a dope boy when you never seen yayo?
Ever since I was a kid boy I use to dream yayo
It's me and Snootie Wild and they call us team yayo
Nigga I should win a trophy
Platinum wrist with the cola
I should get a gold medal
Can't nobody cook it better
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
[PeeWee Longway:]
On the stove with the egg beater, whipping Jason Jeter
I can show you how to mix the yellow water make it ether
Longway Lulu got your Chilupa bricks we break em down to deuces
Cinnamon buns on the hand guns empty goin' [?]
Send the pack to Memphis and we workin' out the pack
Touchdown in Ridgecrest man, Longway got it in the trenches
Workin' my wrist whippin' up my credentials
Bringin' back white, it be white like the dentures
[?]
Pocket monster cruisn' in the [?]
Plug done blew up the socket
Fuck the money counter, I'll just keep countin'
Blue M&M and Yo Gotti gon' count it
200 bands and we dab in Cavalli
Mother fucker tell them send a deposit
So don't show we pull up in Bentley's and Masi's
Longway Frank Lucas we be tippin' the pilot
G5 with a beat in the pocket
[Yo Gotti:]
Nigga I should win a trophy
Platinum wrist with the cola
I should get a gold medal
Can't nobody cook it better
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
I show you how to whip the yola
Writer(s): Clopton Leland, Writer Unknown
- AZLyrics
- Y
- Yo Gotti Lyrics
mixtape: "Concealed" (2015)
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