Don't Come Around

[Produced by Infamous and Xplicit] [Chorus x2: Kendall Morgan] Don’t come around again I believe it, I believe it [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] When a nigga talk dope, they don't never speak about the truth They don't never speak about you When a nigga talk real, you don't even know how it feel How you gon' tell me what it is When a nigga say Gotti, all they know is Leer and Maserati All they know is turnin' up the party All they know is young nigga with a whole bunch of rollies All they know is young nigga gon' catch a body When a nigga say north, nigga talkin' bout jumpin off the porch With a bag full of 50 St. Croix Nigga talkin' bout trying to fight a gun charge Trying to fight a brick charge, lawyer ain't show up in court When a nigga say trial, nigga talkin' bout gambling with his life That’s how a nigga really earn his stripes When them niggas say he don't fuck with me like I fuck with him He ain’t finna do something right That nigga finna snitch, man I knew that nigga was a bitch Man I knew that nigga wasn't shit He ain’t got no heart, man I knew that nigga was risk Should've killed him when he we went on that lick When them niggas say bang, nigga they be talking bout my squad Nigga they be talkin bout my cars When they say white, nigga they be talkin bout bricks I'll buy that shit off of black card, talk to em [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] When them niggas say bitch, we don’t really mean no harm She ain’t gotta be so offensed When a nigga say ho, ain’t say you know what you is Shawty you ain’t got to be so defensive Niggas say you bad, that’s a compliment, not literally Half naked pictures, but you lookin' for a gentleman Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up Sold your soul to the internet Damn, damn right it's a cold world Losing sleep by my little girl Damn Mariah hope you don't be like Maliah Damn sure hope you don't be like oh girl True when a nigga say he like you Niggas sayin' what he gon' do? Tell a nigga he a lie Tell him that a real bad bitch get his own so that money can’t buy When a nigga say he ballin, ask him where his title and his deeds at Not where his clothes and his keys at Ask him if he ring, tell him that your daddy was a real baller He was blowin' money by the seasons Let him know you good, left a couple mil in the will for you Big burner rays right that’ll kill for you Mama broke bad, left a nigga down bad I ain’t trippin, don’t show I’m still here for you [Chorus x2]