Yo Gotti - Ima Show You Lyrics

"Yeah, nigga, just off of what I'm sayin' on the hook
Bitch, you gotta walk me home
Real gleeful, real seeful shit
It's a glizzy toy, bitch"

When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley
I need two hundred bands, nigga, all twenty
I'ma show you how to geek in the booth
I'ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too
I'ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I'ma show you how to creep on ya boo

Let me show you how to turn your sad face to a smile (smile)
Let me show you how a real nigga really hold you down
Gotta move to the next, 'cause your ex was a f*ck nigga (f*ck him)
I don't got to tell you, baby girl you know what's up with him
I can buy you roses, nah, I buy you a Rolls Royce (Phantom)
I am not a trick but I feel you deserve one
I'm Big Gotti, I ain't f*ckin' with you lil' bitches (I ain't f*ckin' with you)
I'm Big Gotti, I got niggas in the penitentiary (my niggas)
I send them kites and I write 'em
I was there when they indict 'em
Even 'fore he wanted to fight 'em (my nigga)
That's my nigga, I'm just like him (yeah)
Welcome home, celebrations
Here's a bag no hesitation
You stood on the situation
'Cause we both knew what we was facin'

When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley (skrrt)
I need two hundred bands, nigga, all twenty (all twenty)
I'ma show you how to geek in the booth (in the booth)
I'ma show you how to geek in the coupe (in the coupe)
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too
I'ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby (how to do it)
I'ma show you how to creep on ya boo (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just traded in the 'Presi for the Richard
I just text my ex bitch, "I still love you but I won't miss you" (bitch, I'm over it)
Gotta know I'ma street nigga, if I kiss you, you the one
They say I'm trippin'
Fifty-million dollar nigga totin' guns
I got mental issues
Yeah, I thought the street shit was fun (crazy)
R.I.P to Moe 3 and R.I.P to Von (God bless)
I ain't rapped in six months, but I done touched a pack
I just bought a condo in Miami, shoutout to Yak
It's the Rolls, it's the Lamborghini doors, for me
Your bitch spoiled, she ain't loyal, and it shows, to me
They just hoes, to me
Boy, I'm trappin' out Dior, it ain't the clothes for me (it's the paper)

When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley
I need two hundred bands, nigga, all twenty
I'ma show you how to geek in the booth
I'ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too
I'ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I'ma show you how to creep on ya boo