Big Fruit - Gold Medal lyrics

[Intro: 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 [Hook: Yo Gotti] n***a 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 [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I show you how to get some extras n***a 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 sh** 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 f**ed up all the counters f**ing 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: 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 [?] 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 b**hes [?] and red, crash mans [?] got it in the trenches Workin' my wrist whippin' up my credentials [?] it be white like the dentures [?] Pocket monster cruisn' in the [?] Blood on blood, this side get f**ed The money count, I just keep countin' [?] and Yo Gotti gon' count it 200 bands and we dab in Cavalli Mother f**er tell them send a deposit So don't show we pull up in Bentley's and Masi's [?] we be tippin' the pilot G5 with a beat in the pocket [Hook]