Set the Record Straight - Yo Gotti

Let’s set the record straight

I own real estate

What it pay for?

I ain’t never late (yeah)

Fucked her twice

But we ain’t never date (for real)

Gotti spaz and you hella late

Got bars like a jail cell

You thot bitch you a trend fail

I just walk up in Epic «where my money at?»

Like it’s a drug sale

Let me get it, fuck the mayor

And the keys to the city

Fuck bitch i got keys to the hemi

Fuck they don’t really hear me

They don’t really feel me

Yeah I got plug boy

I can get plenty

I can go to Seattle

I can get shit so motherfucking green

Like a Greenbay Packer

I was selling in Atlanta

Ooo I was selling in Alaska

Driveway look like a lobster

I was in the White House

Nigga that’s a white out

Looking like a motherfucking white

Just met your bitch

And fucked her night after

Gangsta on the Internet

You thuggin' on Apple

You the type of nigga talking bad on the comments

I’m the type of nigga see you in person and slap ya

Bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

Nigga that’s the sound of a gun

Bitch you better run

I swear the flow so stupid

I swear the boy so

These niggas so groupie

Tell a pussy keep it movin'

I swear the flow so stupid

Ooo the boy so

And these niggas so groupie

Nigga don’t shake my hand, keep it movin'

I said all the hustlers come (yeah)

Hit my nigga with a pack the hood jump (yeah)

Nigga pull up the hood, dump it (yeah)

I ain’t even gotta call the hood comes (yeah)

You ain’t really from the hood you from the outskirts (pussy)

You ain’t really gettin' it in you without work (pussy)

Ima dope boy god to the trap niggas

I’ll fuck around n bless one of you lil niggas

Flow so stupid you could tell bout it

Pride so big go to jail bout it

Love the hood so much raise hell bout it

Loyal to the plug tell nobody

Dope boy shit investigate it

Now I’m in position so you really hate it

Lil niggas in my business playin' hoe game

Fuck around with me you’ll be a no name

King of the city they gotta test ya

Pay the plug on time he gotta bless ya

Make more money than the police and the mayor then you know they gotta try to

arrest ya

Fuck the label they gonna try to finesse ya

So I told him fuck em hope they get the message

Niggas always wanna shake hands

Pussies always wanna make plans

Bought a pair of Lou’s and some Jimmy Choo’s outta floumingdale for the 8grand

Talking down that hate man big word by the freight

Gotta white house and a fork lift

Every hundred pounds on a crate