Yo Gotti - Brr lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy, and Yo Gotti] Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] You wanna visit Gucci world, girl, here's a brochure What a cold watch, make your wife say burrr Golf balls in my ear like burrr burrr burrr Got a 'rari with an engine in the rear, look and hear Shining harder than your partner red amulets, match the carpets You my son, I'm your father, this here trust all on the author So what's popping? Orville Redenbacher. I'm so OJ, ok I'm so Waka Flocka, f** it, I might smoke in front the DA I'm so Gotti, I might buck it, two tear drops so I feel like f**in' You a crystal in a bucket, got a 6K show in Kentucky Run up on a kid and he won't be lucky, might be alright and he'll be unlucky .38 revolver in the club, try Brick Squad and this sh** get ugly [gucci!] [Hook: repeat 2x] Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy off in this ho, I'm gon' roll up all this dro Gucci on the pa**enger, the Ferrari's painted, whoa Boy you already know the yellow diamond Breitling boy Fifty stacks plus hundred stacks, a hundred wrecks I hit destroy I aim for the f**ing pain, b**h you know my name Swang swang in that Gucci Mane, man you know I let my chain Hang, don't go do my thang, Soulja Boy gon' blang Blang blang blang, and I let it burrr all off of your e'rrr Dissap'rrr, b**h you hate on me, man you fake on me And it's like a masterpiece the way my artists tat on me Tatted on my chest, tatted on my neck man you know it's like I think I'm DJ Khaled, cause we the f**ing best! [Hook: repeat 2x] Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] White bracelet so ignorant the yellow one the matching kit Cold hearted n***a and I run around with lunatics They be on some shootin' sh**. I be on some neutral sh** Since I got some soldiers I'm on some might as well use 'em sh** (Burrr) Left his body cold, you know how the story goes n***a disrespect the king, left him full of bullet holes (Burrr) Shorty cold with it, work the pole with it Magic City money, touch her toes with it (Burrr) Rubber bands now (Burrr) Money floatin' up (Burrr) Money floatin' down (Burrr) b**hes baggin' up (Burrr) Half a million ones (Ones) That's a lotta paper (Burrr) Couple hundred guns (Guns) Ready for the haters [Hook: repeat 2x] Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr Burrr