Gold Medal - Yo Gotti, Pee Wee Longway

It’s award season again

I mean we gon' keep winning and taking all these trophies home

I don’t see no real contenders

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 to war, all 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

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 bitches

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 fucked

The money count, I just keep countin'

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

we be tippin' the pilot

G5 with a beat in the pocket