Set It Off lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]
You know I love my n*ggas man, to death
Free Nine
I can't change for no b*tch, no money, no nothing, you hear me?
My loyalty's to my brothers, to these streets, you dig?
Gang, woah

[Chorus]
What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy
What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public?
I just told my n*ggas I can't go broke no more
I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar
I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
Like I can't believe it

[Verse 1]
Fake hoes, say no, ay
Fly sh*t, better clothes, ay
Chopppers and Dracos, ay
I remember late shows, ay
Crack 'til the bank close, ay
f*ckin' one of Drake's hoes, ay
Stashin' in the straight A, ay
Where I'm from you ain't safe, ay
War time pop out, slide
Get killed, you go outside
Not unless the mops outside
Never rat, keep my mouth quiet
Shoes cost your feature price, ay
Free the guys till they outside
Four hundred bands, that's why y'all mad
Signed Hyp, that's why y'all mad
Let it off
In the roof and the hood like set it off
Front me a brick, I'ma get it off
Since I was five I been a boss
Swag OC, I'm a [?]
Hear Rondo got out but I ain't seen the boy
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy
What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public?
I just told my n*ggas I can't go broke no more
I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar
I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
Like I can't believe it

[Verse 2]
Nowhere to stay
Always shots, nowhere to play
My life so crazy now
Spent eight on the section, said f*ck Section 8
I bought my mom a new crib
No more rent being late
I told my granny she get the world and that's my word ok?
Bar money, brick money
Car money, stick money
Give a b*tch nine dollars
A ho can't get sh*t from me
I used to sell soap
Gino ran out of coke
I hit 16, I had to tote
Because those killers ain't a joke
And I was tired of being broke
And I was tired of being poor
Kick door, kick door
I take it all and get gone
72 hours in a room
I never rat, so get on
You had to rat to get on
Yeah yeah
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy
What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public?
I just told my n*ggas I can't go broke no more
I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar
I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
Like I can't believe it
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