Yak Gotti – Lemonade lyrics

[Refrain: Yak Gotti]
Can't turn down 'cause we lit
I got pointers on both my of my wrists (Pointers)
Got a hundred K in jewelry, nigga (Yeah), you can't tell me shit (Yeah)
Yeah, my Slime bought me all of this (Hey)
And I ain't cappin' 'bout shit
My bank account, that's a cool quarter (Slatt)
(Run that back, Turbo)
Your bitch suck my dick on the toilet

[Chorus: Yak Gotti & Lil Duke]
Took off so fast, they gon' say how I did it (Took off, took off)
Now I'm in Cali', gettin' geeked off the wave
Used to trap on the trap, now I trap on the lyrics (Yeah, ooh, trap on)
They got Coronas, the Slime gon' cure it (Coronas, slatt, safe)
Roll down the window, you runnin' like Ricky
I rode a private jet, don't need a ticket
Run through them racks and I handle my business
She not my kind, I'll bе gone in a minute
I done got rich, I can't еat in no Denny's
I ran it up, came a long way from pennies
YSL, slimy, I'm ridin' with the realest
I made a cool quarter mil' off a sentence
Pushin' that weight, this ain't no LA Fitness
I rock Elliot diamonds, this shit ain't no gimmick (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Shades yellow (Yeah), so I call her "Simply Lemonade" (Simply)
YSL, nigga, we gettin' paid (Slatt), 50 Cent, mon', the cent is made (Cent)
Duke and strippers party, got hoes in the pent (Yeah)
I'm gonna throw ones in the ceilin', bae (The ceilin', bae)
Back-to-back, Turbo (Yeah), I'm ridin' with Turbo in the 'Vette
In the back, that got the engine, bae (Say)
Can't turn down 'cause we lit (Turn down)
I got pointers on both my of my wrists (Skrrt)
Got a hundred K in jewelry (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga, you can't tell me shit (Shit)
Yeah, and my Slime bought me all of this (Yeah)
And I ain't cappin' 'bout shit (Ain't)
My bank account, that's a cool quarter (A quarter)
Your bitch suck my dick on the toilet (Your bitch)
I'm fresh and I'm not feelin' pointed (Sheesh)
Our .223's just like a joint (.223)
New Lambo', just watch for the punch (Boom)
My neck and my ears cost a ton (I swear)
It's Yak Gotti, that's a lil' runt (Yeah, Gotti)
Put that on, she smokin' on Runtz (Yeah, that)
Baby gon' suck this dick and eat cunt (Eat cunt)
We gonna slime, slime, know that

[Chorus: Yak Gotti & Lil Duke]
Took off so fast, they gon' say how I did it (Say how, yeah, yeah, yeah, took off)
Now I'm in Cali', gettin' geeked off the wave
Used to trap on the trap, now I trap on the lyrics (Ooh, trap on)
They got Coronas, the Slime gon' cure it (Coronas, slatt, safe)
Roll down the window (Roll), you runnin' like Ricky (Roll)
I rode a private jet, don't need a ticket
Run through them racks and I handle my business
She not my kind, I'll be gone in a minute
I done got rich, I can't eat in no Denny's
I ran it up, came a long way from pennies
YSL, slimy, I'm ridin' with the realest
I made a cool quarter mil' off a sentence
Pushin' that weight, this ain't no LA Fitness
I rock Elliot diamonds, this shit ain't no gimmick

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
I gotta make the decision
Poppin' these Percocets, she got me trippin'
Rockin' that Christian 'cause this my religion
Can't answer my phone, I got too many bitches (Brr)
Then get the money, I'm chasin' the ticket
Too many thotties, they geekin' off whippin'
Came out the fame, they knowin' my name (No)
I don't catch feelings, but I'm catchin' planes
He think I'm average, but we not the same
I came from the mud, look how far I done came
Been through it all, I done felt all the pain
Real from the start and that's why I can't change
I'm in that new machine, look like a creature
They gotta pay me if they want a feature (Feature)
I'm a real boss, I can't hang with no leeches
Niggas start hatin', they got left in the bleachers, then I

[Chorus: Yak Gotti & Lil Duke]
Took off so fast, they gon' say how I did it (Say how, yeah, yeah, yeah, took off)
Now I'm in Cali', gettin' geeked off the wave
Used to trap on the trap, now I trap on the lyrics (Ooh, trap on)
They got Coronas, the Slime gon' cure it (Coronas, slatt, safe)
Roll down the window (Roll), you runnin' like Ricky (Roll)
I rode a private jet, don't need a ticket
Run through them racks and I handle my business
She not my kind, I'll be gone in a minute
I done got rich, I can't eat in no Denny's
I ran it up, came a long way from pennies
YSL, slimy, I'm ridin' with the realest
I made a cool quarter mil' off a sentence
Pushin' that weight, this ain't no LA Fitness
I rock Elliot diamonds, this shit ain't no gimmick