Yams Pt. 2

[Intro: Yo Gotti] Yo Gotti Yeah [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Grandma kitchen, cooking yams Same pot she used for the yams If Grandma catch me, it's going down Grandma go to work, that's when it's going down A hundred pounds over Grandma house Pan locked up for [?] house The first time I tried to stretch the work, [?] paper Man, that shit [?] just like some mashed potatos Tried it again Stretched the work and cut [?] Man, I brought it back, solid like a baked potato I had three keys in the 350 [?] Riding low key, listening to that Tripple C's That's like 3000 20 something [?] All [?] right now, 55 grams I'm Yo Gotti, for a kelo I [?] [?] [Chorus: Gunplay] Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired Got sick of trying, of being a stick up guy Started getting mine, with a didgy scale Wasn't rapping yet, still was getting Biggie mail I cook it fast, but I sell it quicker Got me counting stacks, already on my seventh, nigga What you hating for? Ain't I living your dream? Ain't I smoking your weed? Ain't I fucking your queen? Big [?], won't exagerate Had [?] by the [?] Calone [?], pool by the beach too We bought the yams, 'cause somebody got a sweet tooth [Chorus: Gunplay] Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam [Verse 3: Gunplay] [?] black pussy, and a big black Uzi Bitch black [?] white cocaine moving Fuck a state trooper, I'm all in your state trooping Drugged off snooping, can't find it, looking stupid Straight [?], straight fool Patrone rule Maybach payback, jack money new No mercy, more murky Take it there, won't make it fair Cigar fat and hard where, Gunplay [?] [Verse 4: Torch] Straight yams, big money deals Big business, lil nigga still riding big wheels On my jeap I'm going deep I get it cheap It's going fast They on my ass I run the streets Head buster, you don't wanna tussle I don't trust a soul 'Cause some [?] run up on me if you want Bitch, I'm out that gutter Bitch, I'm out that butter Bitch, I'm out that [?] lay a nigga on the floor [Verse 5: Young Breed] Goddamn, straight yams Deaf Jam Custom Cars and Cycles, [?] we selling in Japan Tripple C's, we flipping keys Counting Jacks Got a million dollar house, selling prodict in the 'jects Got yams in the couch, yams on the stove Money in my pocket, 'cause these yams in your nose Yams on the floor, selling yams on the low She wanna fuck with Tripple C's, she get her yams on [?] Breed