Yo Gotti - Dopechella (feat. Rick Ross)

Yo Gotti - Dopechella (feat. Rick Ross)
January 31st, 2020
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Rick Ross Joins Yo Gotti on new track called "Dopechella" Produced by CuBeatz & Southside

Song Lyrics

808 Mafia
Just touched down at Coachella
 where you get all that drip?
Ay let that beat ride
And I'm big Gotti to you niggas too
Can I keep it all way G? Put some respect on that

I just touched down in Coachella
Half a brick, a roll hunnid a gram, none lesser
Let's get these suburban kids on they lever
Better yet, these artists, whatever
My backyard like a resort
Just beat another day in court
Palm trees in the skyline
Four Rolls Royce's and they all mine

I might paint they bitches misty blue
All my niggas trained no talkin' shoot
And all my bitches trained to pull bitches
And if you snitchin' nigga keep your distance
My bedroom look like the 
Freedom in America, I pledge allegiance (On God)
My  lookin' like it's  fifth
I may buy your girlfriend a gift
Double C's got my closet like it's Crip walkin'
I silence these niggas if they keep talkin'
My bitch look down like I'm a pimp, you speak she keep walkin'
Still in touch with my plug, sometimes we speak often (Hello?)
'Cause I cherish my relationships
Every month I'm at the dealership (I am)
Who need a runner when you get a ship?
Save land and  get a tip

Backyard like a resort (Huh)
Just beat another day in court (Huh)
Palm trees in the skyline
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine

Might put XXX on all my tags
Tell Virgil I want all the bags
Louis duffel and it's see through (See through)
A couple million and a tray too (Brrr)
My Rolls truck white, white, white
I was sellin' niggas off-white late night (Nights)
Junkie put her in a shooter (Pew), take flight (Gone)
Black and white jet, Puma, say flight
I just sold out the arena
My momma proud, you shoulda seen her
All smiles when she see her son
I'm a gangster, look what I've become
I met  havin' lunch
Conference call with Roc Nation, 30 million in a month
You niggas 4th and 30, that's a punt
Five hundred on a watch, that ain't a stunt

Backyard like a resort
Just beat another day in court
Palm trees in the skyline
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine (Maybach Music)

Phantoms in the parkin' lot, look at a made man
Just left the jury stoked, don't I look amazin'
Every where I go I got them things with me
Wanna see my niggas  still the same with me
Do it for the loyalty, not just a chain for me
All  my niggas Crips, it's picture frames in me
Shots from a soft rifle's where my names comin'
A hunnid for the walk, two is when the plane's comin'
Five number ones, I think I broke DefJam
I had them people at that table like a meth lab
Street dreams (Street dreams), street kings (Street kings)
RIP to Nipsey on his seat 
Three wings, D. Wade
Two words from momma, "Be safe"
I got your back, I pray you got mine
Biggest Crip to walk the USA to top 5
Headlines, shots fired
Hearts grovel in the dark 
Franchise fat boy
Never been to Coachella but still a land lord
Maybach Music

Still countin' money and killin' pussy niggas, ain't nothin' changed
Rest in peace nigga
On God