Disqualified

[Hook: Yo Gotti] You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified Straight thirst, you disqualified Fake purse, you disqualified Dem' your friend clothes, talking bout you got it hard In the club every week, but you ain’t got a job You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Bad bitch with me look like the kardashians Pull up in the club in that brand new aston Jumped I jumped the line cause I’m very important Shawty got a kush habit, but I ain’t supporting it She rock knockoff bags, it’s 2012 Tried to steal her some trues, so she just got out of jail Boyfriend an athlete, baby daddy a dope boy But she still get food stamps and still on welfare But she phat as a motherfucker, I think she got ass shots Stay in some red bottoms, don’t know if they real or not She have her ups and her downs, somehow she always go hard She say she work for herself, ain’t going in nobody jobs [Hook] [Verse 2: Wale] Shawty who you with, fuck that, who you let hit Fuck that, I already know, that’s why you fluke as shit Boss chicks, no bum chicks, and the classy ones who I now fuck with Had a lack of class, so I dropped her ass And even if I don’t, I switch subjects Put no nigga over your seat, get your figures up by all means He been gone a lot but know the times is hard But know the club is not no release Don’t you talk too much in these streets Make no friends with none of these freaks Cause they interest isn't on you, bet you break up, they calling up heat Don’t you stress him over no b’s, don’t buy things from off canal street When the phone ring don’t ask who dialing If he love you, don’t worry bout it Now he got you, and he can’t live without you And your relationship is unbreakable, until, until I come [Hook] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] See you the type of bitch a nigga don’t wife You come with too many problems and your shit ain’t right See you the type of bitch that always complain But you the type of bitch don’t do a damn thang Work, bitch you ain’t know about that Bitch you ain’t never had a job Bitch you ain’t never got a check Bitch always got her hand out, ho must think I’m paying out Coming out the just house looking like that In the club every week, on a new nigga dick Bitch, We don’t like hoes like that, nevertheless, wife hoes like that Think you bad somebody must’ve lied, ho your ass ain’t qualified And she say I’m a dog and I be in the streets But a bitch going be a bitch, so I’ma let her be [Hook]