Yo Gotti - 1942 lyrics

Featuring , ,

Published

0 1222 0

Yo Gotti - 1942 lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti] I don't follow rules and they don't like that I was skippin' school to get my sack right My b**h text me and ask why I don't text back My dog got outta prison and went right back [Chorus: Yo Gotti] This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that (Hitmaka) Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma beat that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that [Verse 1: G-Eazy] Yeah, yeah I don't follow rules and they don't like that Hit the club with wifey, brought a dime back Hit the three twice and run it right back I'm only here tonight 'cause in the morning got a flight back Talkin' it, but you ain't livin' like that The Porsche cost a hundred, this is twice that Flooded all my diamonds, Poland Spring Back in Oakland I'm a king, I know and Halsey is a ting Yeah, 'Rari detailed, there's not a speck of dust on it I'ma get the bag, you can put some trust on it Everything is new, so it's never rust on it And her booty so big you could park a bus on it Yee, yee! [Chorus: Yo Gotti] This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I don't follow rules and they don't like that I was skippin' school to get my sack right My girl hit me and ask why I don't text back My dog got outta prison and went right back 28 on that scale, right back to the money Stunting hard, show and tell like that Yeah, Versace table, Fendi rug And I got it out the mud [Chorus: Yo Gotti] This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that [Verse 3: YBN Nahmir] Ayy, ayy Red Christian Loubs, I rock designer shoes Hunnid bands for my coupe, I speed and it go vroom Baby hit my line because she see them stars in the roof I'm up, now the whole gang got 24's on the coupes Take a L, me, never We in love, I lied Foreigns what we ride In the jet, we fly If he sayin' he respect me, then it's likewise Another man say he from another drive-by I like the way she shake that cake, it's like a race If she bad, I might take her out, not on a date Say she boujee, she hit my phone, her n***a late A 100K just off two shows, spent that in a day [Chorus: Yo Gotti] This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that This brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me They don't walk how I talk that Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.