Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Want It , by - Yo Gotti. Release date: 18.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Want It |
| I’m fresh to death — picture man shit |
| America’s most wanted — catch me if you can shit |
| Breaking news — I’m on my mob shit |
| All my ice on — you ain’t gon' rob shit |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| D-O-A! |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Who want it? |
| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| D-O-A! |
| 2 Chains, 2 heaters |
| Drop 200 bands, on a 2 seater |
| You niggas broke, we are not equal |
| Gotti still hungry, grind like I’m 2 people |
| I’m on my young nigga shit — I know I am! |
| Out here living for today and I don’t give a damn |
| A hundred bucks in a Camaro, black and red |
| Offset, the booty wide, it’s sitting bow-legged |
| Threw the pipes on it, pin the stripes on it |
| Car talk back, (Kitt!) Michael Knight on it |
| This the life, homie, all my ice on me |
| Chandelier shit, without the lights, homie |
| Pop! |
| Pop! |
| D-O-A! |
| (?) |
| Reach for my chain and it go like this: you want to, I’ll bang you |
| Ain’t nobody took nothing, ain’t no coincidence |
| No face, no case, no fingerprints |
| Point the pistol at the witness, they ain’t seen shit |
| Money turn a felony to misdemeanor, bitch |
| We like LeBroning from the line, nothing but heat and bricks |
| When it come to beef though, it’s Dirk’s free throws, we don’t seem to miss |
| My whole team winning, I think I’m Mark Cuban |
| Run and gun, never know when we might start shooting |
| Who want it? |
| You stand but my goons on it |
| And if you make a move on it, then I feel sorry for you, homie |