Driveway Furniture (No DJ) Lyrics – Yo Gotti: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Driveway Furniture (No DJ)” sung by Yo Gotti.
Driveway Furniture (No DJ) Lyrics – Yo Gotti
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Aye
Can I speak to ’em for a sec
I’m back
LookGI Certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new [?] inside my business [?]
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do that for my culture
Had to go back and put cocaine white on everything
Uh
Gotti into Gotti, I like how it sounds
Nine figures up, but I been stayin’ grounded
Scoop a nigga bitch, didn’t leave her how I found her
I’m “Mr. Get Him The Low” ‘cuz they know how I’ll down you
Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in it
And a rose-gold scale for when I’m reminiscin’
Rose-gold rollie, that’s the dope boy watch
Bando jumpin’, that’s the dope boy spot
Dropped a ‘nother mixtape, so now it’s fuck these charts
We need Gotti back outside to get the streets back hot
It’s like Universal [?] and Interscope my trap house
Every Friday come around, I’m tryna send a pack out
Bitch say she [?], but I’m like “Lemme knock your back out”
She seekin’ attention, you know that’s when bitches act out
Nah, I ain’t confrontational, bitches, that’s when I back out
I’m here for peace, not pussy, bitch
I’m dippin’ if you get too loudAnd you know how shit go man, like
Bitches wanna go back and forth, forward and back
Bitch, I ain’t have no time for this shit
You know, time is money, and I got big shit to handle, bitch
Ya feel meI need no distractions
Bitch just sent me five attachments like [?]
You know [?] bitch, I want some super head
I recorded this in a week
Told [?] to clear the schedule, how we releasin’ this for the streets
I been dreamchasin’ all my life, sometime I think I’m Meek
Tryna bring up my house like shit sweet, fuck around and got sweep
I invite snakes to the grass, gotta kill what you eat
Why you strapped with security? If I go out, I’m goin’ out me
It’s the life of survivor
Why I don’t trust, idolize, I look at them like my rivals
I don’t talk on the phone around my bitch or my driver
I don’t talk on the phone about no shit that’s incriminating
Niggas like, “Bring me [?]”, I’m like, “What you insinuating”
Rat-ass niggas’ll try to put you in any case
Watchin’ niggas tellin’ then sayin’ they didn’t cooperate (shh)
Crazy
You really seein’ niggas tellin’ then sayin’ they didn’t cooperate
[Interlude: ???]
Amigo
You bring me one million
Cash
And I will double it
And drop it off at your doorstepNegotiations with the plug
Ask him what type of math it is, numbers through the roof
And nigga, I’m payin’ half of that
I’m mister nine to ten, I want more than half of that
I can drop a tape and you go platinum and won’t make half of that
I’m a hustler, game giver
Hundred up and still I’m the same nigga
Me and my baby mama don’t even rock, but I bought her a range, nigga
And you niggas depressed, takin’ painkillers
You’a lose your life by the chain, nigga
Go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around, and tell on the same niggas
Forty million in real estate, twenty in stocks
A million dollars in security, but 500 for a Glock
I told my bruddanem, “watch”, I’ma get us outta this bitch
If you believe in the plan, we gon’ swap music with bricksPhantom, Lamb, Bent, ‘Rari
And I don’t drive none of em
Look good in front of these cribsm tho
Driveway furniture
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Phantom, Lamb, Bent, ‘Rari
And I don’t drive none of em
Look good in front of these cribs, tho
Driveway furniture
Yo Gotti – Driveway Furniture (No DJ) Song Details
Song: Driveway Furniture (No DJ)
Singer: Yo Gotti
Album: I Showed U So
Produced by: Yung Dee