Ima Show You Lyrics by Yo Gotti (feat. Kodak Black)
Yeah, n****, just sung for what I’m sayin’ under the hook
Bitch, you gotta welcome me home
Real gleeful, real see full of shit, it’s a glizzy at yo ass, yeah
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley
I need two hunnid bands, n****, all twenty
I’ma show you how to geek in the boothe
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I’ma show you how to creep on your boo
Let me show you how to turn your sad face to a smile
Let me show you how a real n**** really hold you down
Gotta move to the next ’cause you ex was a fuck n****
I don’t gotta tell you, baby girl, you know what’s up with him
I can buy you rolls, nah, I buy you a Rolls-Royce
I am not a trick, but I feel you deserve one
I’m Big Gotti, I ain’t fuckin’ with you, lil’ bitches
I’m Big Gotti, I got n***** in that penitentiary
I send them kites and I write ’em, I was there when they indict ’em
He ain’t fold, he wanted to fight ’em, that’s my n****, I’m just like him
Welcome home celebration, here’s a bag, no hesitation
You stood on the situation ’cause we both knew what we was facin’
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley
I need two hunnid bands, n****, all twenty
I’ma show you how to geek in the boothe
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I’ma show you how to creep on your boo
I just traded in the Presi’ for the Richard
I just text my ex bitch, “I still love you, but I don’t miss you”
Got a normal street n****, if I kiss you, you the one
They say I’m trippin’, fifty million dollar n**** totin’ guns
I got mental issues, yeah, I thought the street shit was fun
R.I.P to MO3 and R.I.P to Von
I ain’t rapped in six months, but I didn’t touch a pack
I just bought a condo in Miami, shout to Ye
It’s the Rolls, it’s the Lamborghini doors for me
Your bitch spoiled, yeah, she ain’t loyal and it shows to me
They just hoes to me
Boy, I’m trappin’ out Dior, it ain’t the clothes for me
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley
I need two hunnid bands, n****, all twenty
I’ma show you how to geek in the boothe
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I’ma show you how to creep on your boo
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