Red, White & Blue lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
United States of America, n*gga
Land of the free
n*gga what you'd do for your country?
You know what I'd do for mine?
Everything but go to war, n*gga
Yeah, I'm into it with n*ggas right around the corner from me
I ain't gotta go out the motherf*cking country to shoot them choppers n*gga

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem sh*t
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood sh*t
n*gga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine sh*t
n*gga I salute

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Colombians and Mexicans, I'm tryna re-up
Stop the beat let's get something understood -- I stay g'd up
Maybach with my feet up, AK when I creep up
My young n*ggas rep Blood Gang, my OGs rep Hoover
All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot up
Little bad b*tch got no ass, she must work at Hooters
Remember being in New York when the towers blew up
Now I got a 911 Porsche with the blue guts
Rims'll make you throw up, something to make you blow up
n*ggas getting little money, when you gon grow up?
Louis from the toe up, street n*gga, so what?
Louis XIII and I just tell them b*tches pour up
WORK
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem sh*t
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood sh*t
n*gga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine sh*t
n*gga I salute

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Voila, haha, 18 wheeler fulla
Pounds of midget, green and thirty bricks inside a Honda
He don't speak any English, all he know is numbers
And my Mexi plug me he gon get me through the summer
He don't know my name, him there just a runner
He pick it up and drop it off then he gets him yonder
Land of the free, run up if you wanna
Suicide mission, we got choppers in this Hummer
Red, white, and blue, I'm no politician
But I live in a white house so I feel presidential
I pledge allegiance to the flag, United Streets of America
In God we trust, in one we stand, I'll always be a hustler
WORK
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem sh*t
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood sh*t
n*gga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine sh*t
n*gga I salute

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
The black Frank Sinatra
30 thousand feet up in the air eating lobster
Doing what I gotsta
Catch me at the tables, hundred thousand a marker
f*cking with the wrong set, ain't even perform yet
Short one to AC, Vegas we took the long jet
Blue chip in the field, red one on the horn bet
Money straight, work good, connect ain't did me wrong yet
Papi
They come in powder form 'til we rock 'em up
Land of the free, but they tryna lock me up
Ha, I'm in the trap 'til the sky change
Drug dealer nightmares, millionaire migranes
WORK
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem sh*t
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood sh*t
n*gga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine sh*t
n*gga I salute