Yo Gotti – Dopechella Lyrics

Yo Gotti – Dopechella Lyrics

[Yo Gotti]
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 n----- too
Can I keep it all way G? Put some respect on that

[Yo Gotti]
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

[Yo Gotti]
I might paint they b------ misty blue
All my n----- trained no talkin’ shoot
And all my b------ trained to pull b------
And if you snitchin’ n---- 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 n----- if they keep talkin’
My b---- 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

[Yo Gotti & Rick Ross]
Backyard like a resort (Huh)
Just beat another day in court (Huh)
Palm trees in the skyline
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine

[Yo Gotti]
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’ n----- 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 n----- 4th and 30, that’s a punt
Five hundred on a watch, that ain’t a stunt

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

[Rick Ross]
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 n----- [?] still the same with me
Do it for the loyalty, not just a chain for me
All [?] my n----- 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

[Rick Ross & Yo Gotti]
Still countin’ money and killin’ p---- n-----, ain’t nothin’ changed
Rest in peace n----
On God