Shittin' on You - Yo Gotti, Troy Ave

You know what it is, when you see me riding through

Still ain’t got no love for the other side

Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it’s a homicide

Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe

Spending no money, but the whips brand new

Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too

You a hater, we still shitten on you

I’m shittin on niggas, I’m from the north side

I’m up in the building, not sitting courtside

Jump in that water, you getting baptised

Fourced power, you share it, you get a Porsh ride

If you real, you know I’m fuckin with you

In the trap, where all the feends come through

And my dogs, we stick together like glew

We ball for all the shit we been through

Gotti just a street nigga, like you

Lamborghini doors up, my Coope

Gotti just a fly nigga, pursue

I told my homie Larry, if I don’t make it to the top

Then you know I’m coming back to fuck with the block

No stones, only 50 grand in the watch

You reach for this hood chain, you get shot

You know what it is, when you see me riding through

Still ain’t got no love for the other side

Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it’s a homicide

Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe

Spending no money, but the whips brand new

Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too

You a hater, we still shitten on you

I heard when I come to the block, they goin rob me

So when I came through, they see me, they just mob me

Pounds with the hugs, but I can see you just a fake

And I’m a real nigga, love outwaigh the hate

Sad cause you never gonna get up to doing racks

Sadder cause you never gonna get to moving crack

You gonna die broke in the hood, and that’s a fact

You old and live with your mama, that crib packed

Name, DoDoDoDo, you pussy, you unsuccessful, P You

Used to be all in my feelings, like you

Now I’m in the forin with my millions, oo

You know what it is, when you see me riding through

Still ain’t got no love for the other side

Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it’s a homicide

Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe

Spending no money, but the whips brand new

Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too

You a hater, we still shitten on you