Ion Like Them

[Intro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama]

These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them (Talk to 'em, Gotti)

And I'm a real nigga, I'm nothin' like them (Gangsta)

Like them, nothin' like them

Smash on sight if we don't like them (Gangsta Grizzills)

[Verse 1]

I'm straight out of Memphis (I am), the gutter part (Hey)

From a quarter pound of weed to a brick of hard

Shout out the god (Shout out the god), I'm triple blessed (Amen)

A hundred niggas wanna kill me, and I ain't dead yet (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

I love my hood (It's love), we Talibans (We is)

Military mob, Ridgecrest Afghanistan (Attention)

I'm real, rich, and reckless, call me Triple R (Triple R)

That Phantom Ghost a quarter-million-dollar car (Hey)

I ain't a star (Ain't a star), like Ricky Ross (Ross)

I'm an [?][0:44] nigga (I am), bitch, I'm the boss (Boss)

You throw a cross (Cross), off with your head (Hah)

Your niggas goin' state (State), my niggas goin' fed

My money long (Fft), you niggas' money scared (Beep)

It run and hide when it see bigger bread (Hey)

Die for my pride (Pride), ride for my guys (Guys)

Look in my eyes (Eyes), then you'd realize that—

[Chorus]

These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them

And I'm a real nigga, I'm nothin' like them

Niggas hatin' on him, but the bitches like him

And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey, Gangsta)

These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them (Hey)

And I'm a real nigga, I'm nothin' like them (Hey)

Niggas hatin' on him, but the bitches like him

And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey)

[Verse 2]

Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you think? (Hey)

Niggas talkin' like they gangster, but I know they ain't

Hundred pounds of kush, let me show you how I do it

Soon as I get my sack, I'ma run straight through it

Nigga in my phone 'bout this worrisome-ass bitch

Askin' me if I hit when he already knew it

Hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Gotti, don't do it"

Hearin' niggas in the feds tryna make me go through it

Couple million dollars, I done already blew it

G4 planes, I done already flew it

We're not the same, we're not congruent

Shirt Ralph Lauren, but your shoes [?][1:58] (Hey)

Birds in the coupe, I done already flew it (Yeah)

Shots in the Glock, I done already threw it (Blaow)

Yo Gotti in this bitch with all his ice on (Hey)

In the VIP, look like they cut the lights on (Yeah)

Poppin' bottles, throwin' money all night long (Hey)

Not to mention we forty deep with all white on (Yeah)

[Chorus]

These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them

And I'm a real nigga, I'm nothin' like them

Niggas hatin' on him, but the bitches like him

And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey)

These pussy-ass rappers, I don't like them (Hey)

And I'm a real nigga, I'm nothin' like them (Hey)

Niggas hatin' on him, but the bitches like him

And it's smash on sight if we don't like them (Hey)