Yo Gotti – LeBron James (Remix) Lyrics
(Hook: Yo Gotti)
Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin’ crooked
3 birds for a show, nigga gon’ book it
I’m LeBron James, you a fuckin’ rookie
You probably want a ticket I’mma go and book it
Book it, book it
Book it, book it
I’mma go and book it
Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin’ crooked
(Verse 1: Yo Gotti)
100 racks in my pocket, I can’t even walk
50 hitters with me nigga, I set it off
Poppin’ bottles, blowing money, I’m just having fun
Me and my niggas fresh to death, upper echelon
I got buckles on my shoes and they gold bitch
Open my doors in reverse, this that Rolls bitch
CMG Bentley coupe, that’s a cold kit
See the bird, double R, that’s some cold shit
All I rock is white, them on my old shit
All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick
DJ drop that Gotti, this that dope boy shit
Smelling like a bag, I’m looking like a brick
(Hook: Yo Gotti)
Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin’ crooked
3 birds for a show, nigga gon’ book it
I’m LeBron James, you a fuckin’ rookie
You probably want a ticket I’mma go and book it
Book it, book it
Book it, book it
I’mma go and book it
Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin’ crooked
(Verse 2: Yo Gotti)
They say I signed to Tip, I say when I do that
Me and Tip, we’re conversating bout where them choppas at (bang bang)
I be where them goonies and them robbers at (I am)
So when you see that Phantom dog don’t follow that
Ridin’ in a rental, gettin’ that pack off
Fish scale yay I call it bath salts
Trap doing good, I can’t complain
It’s been a damn good month, I moved like 20 things
Then went and bought that new Jeep, that SRT
Yo ho suck dick on sight, ASAP
Just got a yellow AP and that bitch nasty
When I popped out my second week I coulda bought a Aston
(Hook: Yo Gotti)
Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin’ crooked
3 birds for a show, nigga gon’ book it
I’m LeBron James, you a fuckin’ rookie
You probably want a ticket I’mma go and book it
Book it, book it
Book it, book it
I’mma go and book it
Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin’ crooked
(Verse 3: Yo Gotti)
I got all this cash, my bitch she got all this ass
I remember being broke, a pistol all I had
My homie said he want them bricks, I say put em on my tab
A quarter millie for the check, really that’s all yall stash
Nigga we fly high, that G5 cost 2 bricks nigga
For one ride and I spend that, scoop yo bitch nigga
And we flew private so you know we bought some shit
No check from TSA, my dog gon brink them banks wit us
I touchdown in niggas’ city like I own that
Baddest bitch you see on TV, bet I bone that
These niggas ridin, livin life and yall condone that
And niggas screamin they the king
Well where yo crown at pussy?
(Hook: Yo Gotti)
Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin’ crooked
3 birds for a show, nigga gon’ book it
I’m LeBron James, you a fuckin’ rookie
You probably want a ticket I’mma go and book it
Book it, book it
Book it, book it
I’mma go and book it
Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin’ crooked