Olympics

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

I deserve a gold medal, Olympics

The way I do my thing in the kitchen

Just broke a world record, Guinness

Went to culinary arts but you don’t hear me

Got the work ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the purp ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the stick ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got your bitch ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

I just pulled up at Privé in that Hellcat

Just shitted on these niggas, do you smell that?

When you violate parole, where the cell at?

Lil homie just pissed thirty, yeah you feel that

A hood nigga with millions, they be fearing that

You hating is a disease, ain’t no curing that

When it’s war no explanations, I ain’t hearing that

I make all my niggas bonds, I’m insuring that

I been up for four days, forty rounds with four Ks

Some my niggas on cocaine, some my niggas on codeine

I just bought a Stingray for my lil young bitch

She took a pistol charge for me on some dumb shit

[Hook: Yo Gotti]

I deserve a gold medal, Olympics

The way I do my thing in the kitchen

Just broke a world record, Guinness

Went to culinary arts but you don’t hear me

Got the work ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the purp ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the stick ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got your bitch ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]

Two Cuban links and a Rollie, that’s my double trophies

Made the work disappear, call that hocus pocus

The streets keep on calling me, tryna keep my focus

Got bread on me, got lead on me, won’t catch me loafing

I drunk a four of some Hi-Tech

You might catch me dozing

I’m kicking shit in the projects

You might catch me posted

Riding ‘round with the stick in the Audi

Couple gangster niggas with me, they ‘bout it

Trifling bitch eat the dick like candy

I’m a dog, I’m a savage, Randy

I deserve a million dollars, I’ve been trill, no EMT

I’m the shit, now I get followed, paparazzi, TMZ

Ho your nigga sound like Stevie, man that boy ain’t seeing me

I do my thing in the streets, off of beats I’m selling P’s

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

I deserve a gold medal, Olympics

The way I do my thing in the kitchen

Just broke a world record, Guinness

Went to culinary arts but you don’t hear me

Got the work ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the purp ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the stick ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got your bitch ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

Riding shotgun in that Rari with Youngsta

Still got thirties on the Chevy ‘cause I’m country

I’m addicted to the jewelry, ask the jeweler

I’m a rich dope boy, don’t know nobody cooler

My lil young bitch don’t know shit but I’ma school her

Told her take them Jordans off and put these Loubs on

This a Chanel bag, you deserve that

You got Chanel swag, you got Michelle swag

I feel like Obama, push a button and get Osama

Watch when I drop this CM9 I’ma kill the summer

Fucking up the streets always

I was getting it out the hallway

Selling fifty packs in [?]

Had to stack it up the small way

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

I deserve a gold medal, Olympics

The way I do my thing in the kitchen

Just broke a world record, Guinness

Went to culinary arts but you don’t hear me

Got the work ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the purp ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got the stick ridin’ ‘round in a hemi

Got your bitch ridin’ ‘round in a hemi