“Driveway Furniture”
[DJ Drama (Yo Gotti):]
Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga
Uh-huh
Okay, right
(Ayy)
You see, back in ’06
We told y’all so
(Can I speak to ’em for a sec?)
Gotti
(I’m back)
I think we should remind ’em
(Look)
[Yo Gotti {DJ Drama}:]
G.I. certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (Gangsta Grillz)
{So it’s fair to say a decade and a half later}
{We showed you niggas how to actually run the game}
Can I speak to ’em for a sec?
I’m back {DJ Drama}
Look
G.I. Certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything {Cocaine Murzik}
Uh, Gotti in a ‘Gatti, I like how it sounded
Nine figures up, but I been stayin’ grounded {Stayin’ grounded}
Scoop a nigga bitch, then leave her how I found her
I’m Mr. Give-Him-The-Load ’cause they know how I’ll down it {Down it}
Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in it
And a rose-gold scale for when I’m reminiscin’ {Huh?}
Rose-gold Rollie, that’s the dope boy watch
Bando-jumpin’, that’s the dope boy spot {Dope boys}
Dropped nothin’ but mixtapes from now on, fuck these charts (Gangsta)
We need Gotti back outside to get the streets back hot
It’s like Universal, Mexico, and Interscope my trap house
Every Friday come around, I’m tryna send a pack out
Bitch say she need therapy, I’m like “Let me knock your back out”
She seekin’ attention, you know that’s when bitches act out
And I ain’t confrontational with bitches, that’s when I back out
I’m here for peace, not pussy, bitch, I’m dippin’, you get too loud (Dramatic, dramatic)
[Yo Gotti (DJ Drama):]
Ayy, you know how this shit go man, like
Bitches wanna go back and forth, forth and back (You know what I mean?)
Bitch, I ain’t got no time for that shit (Uh-uh)
You know, time is money, man, I got big shit to handle, bitch
You feel me? (We back at it)
[Yo Gotti:]
I need no distractions
Bitch just sent me five attachments like Glorilla said
You know Karrine Steffans, bitch, I want some super head
I recorded this in a week
Told John Janick to clear the schedule out, we releasin’ this for the streets
I been dream-chasin’ all my life, sometime I think I’m Meek
Tryna break in my house like shit sweet, fuck around and got sweeped
I invite snakes to the grass, gotta kill what you eat
Why you strapped with security? If I go out, I’m goin’ out me
This the life of survival
Where I don’t trust allies, I look at them like my rivals
I don’t talk on the phone around my bitch or my driver
I don’t talk on the phone about no shit that’s incriminating
Nigga like, “Bring me that,” I’m like, “What you insinuating?”
Rat-ass niggas’ll try to put you in any case
Watchin’ niggas tell it, then say they didn’t cooperate
Shit crazy, we really seein’ niggas tell it, then say they didn’t cooperate
[DJ Drama:]
Amigo
You bring me one million cash and I will double it and drop it off at your doorstep
Gotti, show ’em
[Yo Gotti:]
Negotiations with the plug, ask what type of math for that
Numbers through the roof, and nigga, I’m payin’ half of that
I’m mister 90/10, nigga, I want more than half of that
I can drop a tape and you go platinum and won’t make half of that (Gangsta)
I’m a hustler, game giver
Hundred up and still I’m the same nigga
Me and my baby mama don’t even rock, but I bought her a Range, nigga
And you niggas depressed, takin’ painkillers
And you’ll lose your life ’bout a chain, nigga
Go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around and tell on the same niggas
Forty million in real estate and twenty in stocks
A million dollars in security, but five hundred for a Glock
I told my brother and them, “Watch, I’ma get us out of this bitch
If you believe in the plan, we gon’ swap music with bricks”
[Yo Gotti {DJ Drama}:]
Phantom, Lamb’, Bent’, ‘rari
And I don’t drive none of ’em
Look good in front of the crib though
It’s driveway furniture (Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Phantom, Lamb’, Bent’, ‘rari
And I don’t drive none of ’em
Look good in front of the crib though {Showed y’all niggas}
It’s driveway furniture