Kodak Black, Yo Gotti - Ima Show You lyrics

Yeah, nigga
Just talk for one man on the hook
Bitch you gotta welcome me home
Real gleeful, real seaful shit
It's a glizzy at yo' ass, man

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 your boo

Let me show you how to turn
Your sad face to a smile
Let me show you how a real
Nigga really hold you down
Got to move to the next
'cause you ex was a fuck nigga
I don't got to tell you, baby girl
You know what's up with him
I can buy you rolls, nah
I buy you a Rolls-Royce (Phantoms)
I am not a trick but I feel you deserve one
I'm Big Gotti
I ain't fuckin' with you lil' bitches
(I ain't fuckin' 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, 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 your 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 older)
Got a normal 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)
RIP to MO3 and RIP to Von (God bless)
I ain't rapped in six months
But I didn't touch a pack
I just bought a condo in Miami
Shoutout to Ye
It's the Rolls, it's the Lamborghini doors
For me your bitch spoiled, she ain't
Loyal, and it shows, to me
It just holds, 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 your boo