"Like to Shine" lyrics
Fall up in the club, everybody pointing
A stack for some jeans, homie, that ain't nothing
200 for the [?], I gon't give a damn
The ice around my neck, represent who I am
[?] yellow [?] wrist on freeze
Your jeans alright, dawg, but you ain't got these
You don't move keys, and you don't rock shows
You small time hustler, man, I already know
Talk about old school, that ain't no classic
New school [?] man, that Lamb so nasty
And I ain't went platnom, seem so [?]
To come from North Memphis, to a million dollar crib
Bottle after bottle, and I don't even drink
Rainbow diamonds, every color but pink
Fall up in the shoe store, blow a quarter key
On nothing but [?] toes, like I'm Run DMC
It's Yo Gotti
Riding in the hummer, with your baby mama
If you looking for us, we gon' be at Benihana
Like I'd wife her, fly to Behamas
She on that Mary J., number 5, no drama
Million dollars later, that I'm still thugging
I ain't rapping, I'm just talking to them niggas who hustling
Spend it like it's nothing
I'm a roll model
Show you how to live for today, and not tomorrow
Brother rock Prada, bitch rock Chanel
Sister wear Louis, and I just rock shells
Take it out the pot, drop it on the scale
Take it to the hood, watch how fast it can sell
Two for the twelve, or one for the seven
Niggas shooting the stash, fuck around and do eleven
Sixty seven drop, now that's a showstopper
At the club with your bitch, eating pancakes and waffles
I'm Yo Gotti
True to my religion, true king of Memphis
I fuck with Kia Shine, hell na, I ain't crispy
When I talk chickens, ain't talking 'bout no shirts
No shoes or no jeans, I'm talking that work
No [?] 'cause I don't rock [?]
I'm rubberband [?] ten stacks in my pocket
Plus I got the rocket, I ain't talking Nassa
Pistols in the club, and that ain't no hassle
Niggas making songs, and they ain't even rappers
Make believe fairytail, hollywood actors
36 O's, still stamped them in the wrapper
Purple mixed with lemonade, that's [?]
I'm Yo Gotti
A stack for some jeans, homie, that ain't nothing
200 for the [?], I gon't give a damn
The ice around my neck, represent who I am
[?] yellow [?] wrist on freeze
Your jeans alright, dawg, but you ain't got these
You don't move keys, and you don't rock shows
You small time hustler, man, I already know
Talk about old school, that ain't no classic
New school [?] man, that Lamb so nasty
And I ain't went platnom, seem so [?]
To come from North Memphis, to a million dollar crib
Bottle after bottle, and I don't even drink
Rainbow diamonds, every color but pink
Fall up in the shoe store, blow a quarter key
On nothing but [?] toes, like I'm Run DMC
It's Yo Gotti
Riding in the hummer, with your baby mama
If you looking for us, we gon' be at Benihana
Like I'd wife her, fly to Behamas
She on that Mary J., number 5, no drama
Million dollars later, that I'm still thugging
I ain't rapping, I'm just talking to them niggas who hustling
Spend it like it's nothing
I'm a roll model
Show you how to live for today, and not tomorrow
Brother rock Prada, bitch rock Chanel
Sister wear Louis, and I just rock shells
Take it out the pot, drop it on the scale
Take it to the hood, watch how fast it can sell
Two for the twelve, or one for the seven
Niggas shooting the stash, fuck around and do eleven
Sixty seven drop, now that's a showstopper
At the club with your bitch, eating pancakes and waffles
I'm Yo Gotti
True to my religion, true king of Memphis
I fuck with Kia Shine, hell na, I ain't crispy
When I talk chickens, ain't talking 'bout no shirts
No shoes or no jeans, I'm talking that work
No [?] 'cause I don't rock [?]
I'm rubberband [?] ten stacks in my pocket
Plus I got the rocket, I ain't talking Nassa
Pistols in the club, and that ain't no hassle
Niggas making songs, and they ain't even rappers
Make believe fairytail, hollywood actors
36 O's, still stamped them in the wrapper
Purple mixed with lemonade, that's [?]
I'm Yo Gotti
