Just Left The Hamptons - Yo Gotti

Aah, I don't wanna fight

Baby I'm just fine

I don't need you anymore

Man, nigga got 'em

I'ma tell all my lil' niggas, they got to level up

You know what I'm sayin'?

(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

Billion dollar mind frame (Yeah), hunnid thousand chump change

Gunpowder on my sleeve (Sleeve) and I ain’t been to a gun range

All these diamonds real as me, they certified (Certified)

Ain’t ducking no problems, just identify (Identify)

All these bitches fuck with you, yeah, business-wise (Business-wise)

They say you pay good just to get inside

Nigga, you a trick where I’m from

To a bitch, you a lick where I’m from

You can’t even visit where I’m from

Picture having five hunnid thousand on your arm

One-fifty on your chain, another seventy in your charm

Picture having switches on your gun

Once you pull that trigger, it’s a drum and can’t nobody run

Get away from it

Play with me, you got a date on it (For real)

I tell a bitch to wait on it, bitch, I ain’t your player homies

On another note, I just left The Hamptons

Landed in my city private, me and my accountants

Michael Rubin just inspired me (For real)

All white party, what’s the earning

That I thought getting a hunnid bricks was ill (Well, it is)

Nigga put a hunnid mill’ in the crib (Ugh), damn

This like ’96 off (96)

I used to have the money in the loft (In '06)

Housing bitches with the work, that was law

Worry when in one jump and I sold the sauce (Sold it raw)

And when you won, you don’t gotta say you a boss, nigga

It’s in your moves, never play to lose

I graduated streets and school

Clean look, college cut, half a ticket, I was moving smooth, nigga

Seen in you in my school, nigga

Ask my teachers ’bout me, this ain’t nothing new, nigga (Nothing new, nigga)

Most likely to succeed (I am)

First semester college, got a thousand pounds of weed

Yeah, I have more gas than Texaco

College dropout, I went to study business out in Mexico

You know, yeah, yeah, you know

But on another note, I landed in The Hamptons with a Draco

My mind fucked up, I gotta let these streets go

Emotions don’t feel safe, I don’t think so

I’d rather be prepared than not be ready

I come from a world where shit get deadly

Before I be a corpse, I’d be a celly (Yeah)

And I’d rather rot before I tell it (Tell it)

This no regular AP, this a skele’ (Skele')

Yeah, nigga, this the Holy Grail

Like Amazon Prime, I’ll send it through the mail

Zip so tight, you’d think you had no sense of smell

Street niggas sending rap money to the jails

If I win a award, tell BET I want a scale

I wanna represent the streets, I wanna represent them bells

I went platinum in that kitchen, bringing it down, watchin’ it gel

I’m with the Krafts in The Hamptons, what the hell (The hell)

Shit crazy

Anything possible nigga, you know what I’m sayin’?

Real dope boy, nigga

And I just left The Hamptons