Who Want It - Yo Gotti, Starlito

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!

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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