Gas Stove

[Intro] [Verse 1] Gotti Beethoven, I play keys like a piano I feel like Desiigner, I got hoes in Atlanta They say I talk country, they can't understand my grammar Bitch I run the mob, I feel like Tony Soprano Fuck your budget nigga, I just copped a phantom Your shit soft, when it come on we change the channel Dough boy all I talk about drugs When I went platinum, send a plaque to my plug [Hook] I'm Gotti Beethoven, I play the keys And owe everything I got to these streets Gas stove, gas stove I want a gas stove [Verse 2] I had 9 ounces in a Ajax box (In my grandma house) This old money, I used to have a janky watch This new shit, they don't care if you fake or not I'm savage, if I'm fucked up I'll take your blocks I'm anti-social so they say don't social with me I'm bout my bread and I'ma keep a toaster with me I'ma keep this strapped, ain't no holster with me And I'ma keep it real how it's supposed to be I can't let these bitches get too close to me (too close to me) Never let no workers bring them folks to me Fuck a model hood bitch, mine trophy piece First rapper took that chopper with me overseas Five million dollar cash the most I ever seen Ten years ago but that most of these rappers' dreams Never show emotion, never make a scene Just pull up on 'em quietly, let them choppers sing It's breaking news with me every time I hit the scene If we disputin' you know it's shots, there ain't no in between Never lie to my niggas, sell these bitches dreams Let 'em fly with my niggas, give them bitches wings I always kept it real, no matter who in between I take pride in being real, that shit run in my genes Trap phone in my pocket, a gun in my jeans Trap sun up and sun down and do it again [Hook] I'm Gotti Beethoven, I play the keys And owe everything I got to these streets Gas stove, gas stove I want a gas stove [Outro] Question: Where would the game be without Zaytoven and Gangsta Grillz?