Gas Stove lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Gotti Beethoven, I play keys like a piano
I feel like Desiigner, I got hoes in Atlanta
They say I talk country, they can't understand my grammar
b*tch I run the mob, I feel like Tony Soprano
f*ck your budget n*gga, I just copped a phantom
Your sh*t soft, when it come on we change the channel
Dough boy all I talk about drugs
When I went platinum, send a plaque to my plug

[Hook]
I'm Gotti Beethoven, I play the keys
And owe everything I got to these streets
Gas stove, gas stove
I want a gas stove

[Verse 2]
I had 9 ounces in a Ajax box (In my grandma house)
This old money, I used to have a janky watch
This new sh*t, they don't care if you fake or not
I'm savage, if I'm f*cked up I'll take your blocks
I'm anti-social so they say don't social with me
I'm bout my bread and I'ma keep a toaster with me
I'ma keep this strapped, ain't no holster with me
And I'ma keep it real how it's supposed to be
I can't let these b*tches get too close to me (too close to me)
Never let no workers bring them folks to me
f*ck a model hood b*tch, mine trophy piece
First rapper took that chopper with me overseas
Five million dollar cash the most I ever seen
Ten years ago but that most of these rappers' dreams
Never show emotion, never make a scene
Just pull up on 'em quietly, let them choppers sing
It's breaking news with me every time I hit the scene
If we disputin' you know it's shots, there ain't no in between
Never lie to my n*ggas, sell these b*tches dreams
Let 'em fly with my n*ggas, give them b*tches wings
I always kept it real, no matter who in between
I take pride in being real, that sh*t run in my genes
Trap phone in my pocket, a gun in my jeans
Trap sun up and sun down and do it again
[Hook]
I'm Gotti Beethoven, I play the keys
And owe everything I got to these streets
Gas stove, gas stove
I want a gas stove

[Outro]
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