Gangsta Party

(Come on and get up... oh... party... yeah)
 [Yo Gotti]
 This ya boy Yo Gotti
 Street Tunes Productions
 We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
 D Boys, this a gangsta party
 Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti
 [Hook - Yo Gotti]
 All my hot girls bop for me
 Go 'head and drop for me
 D Boys rock with me
 Come buy the bar with me
 Dime pieces smile for me
 And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me
 Throughout the crowd with me
 [Verse 1 - Eightball]
 This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
 Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
 Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
 Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it
 Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
 Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
 Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me
 Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
 But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
 Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
 I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
 Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it
 [Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]
 [Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]
 I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
 Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
 Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
 I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
 Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
 I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
 Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
 I just come to party, get at shorty head
 Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
 I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man
 One of these hoes gon' get it man
 From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
 Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
 No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
 Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
 I got my paper out the drug zones
 I got my paper out the gutter man
 Sellin' bud man with my brother man
 If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
 You'd see why Gotti still love the game
 My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
 Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low
 [Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]
 [Yo Gotti]
 This for all my street niggaz and bitches
 From M Town to H-Town
 Free Pimp C, shit
 [Verse 3 - Bun B]
 Here we come, we keepin' it trill
 Ain't no need to ask if you see
 Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me
 Myself and I that's Bun B
 I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
 I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
 When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
 I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me
 Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
 If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together
 Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
 Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
 Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
 People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
 Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
 We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
 Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
 I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
 Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited
 [Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]