Ooouuu (freestyle) Lyrics - Yo Gotti

[Intro] 

They just called a nigga out of retirement 

I'm a product of my environment 

All I heard was gunshots and sirens 

All I heard was gunshots and sirens 

Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu 

[Verse 1] 

Fresh up off a tour, I'm in grind mode 

Walk in new Chanels, where you find those? 

And I can count a million with my eyes closed 

And quit postin that bitch nigga to my hoes 

Niggas own they jewelry and they lease it 

Niggas getting too high, they out here tweaking 

And I still get head from a chubby chick 

And every now and then I hit an ugly bitch 

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[Hook] 

Ooouuu, Ooouuu 

I just keep this shit real, uh 

And I still get head from a chubby chick 

And every now and then I hit an ugly bitch 

[Verse 2] 

Spent 250 out in Paris 

That's your bitch? I hope you don't get married 

Don't ask me but I know why 

We just flew your bitch out to Dubai 

Not just me but the squad though 

On the real, your bitch be going hard though, Ooouuu 

Young millionaires, that's the squad goes 

And we ain't into rumors or who start those, Ooouuu 

And yo Youngsta, where them choppers at? 

Since everybody beefing on the internet 

We gon' go shoot up the Apple store 

So we don't gotta see the beef no more, Ooouuu 

We just got a seven, that's a chopper 

I got a number of killers on the roster 

I got a number of dealers in the family 

And I'ma catch a body 'fore a Grammy 

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[Hook] 

Ooouuu, Ooouuu 

Faker, faker, faker 

I got a number of dealers in the family 

And I'ma catch a body 'fore a Grammy 

[Verse 3] 

He be on his cycle, he a ho for real 

He just out here rapping, touched no dope for real 

Why would I beef with one of you locals, I got global skills 

The ones that listen to me don't even know you steal 

I'm from the trap but I be with Ye and Jay now 

I might drop my album any day now 

Feds might come and get me any day now 

But I'm prepared mentally to go and lay it down, Ooouuu 

I'm a hater cause I hate these rappers 

Faker than a gold candy wrapper 

But you be rapping, no I don't yo 

I just talk for niggas in the ghetto 

100,000 in my school house 

Niggas had it rough, I had a smooth draft 

And every time they dropped, I broke the shoes out 

I ain't doing no more joints, I brought the Loubs out 

[Hook] 

Ooouuu, Ooouuu, aye 

[Verse 4] 

I went platinum with no features 

Whole team mean it ain't no leaches 

And you ain't in the game, you in the bleachers 

You cheering for a nigga, where your pom-poms? 

LA Reid gave me that check and I went dumb-dumb 

Went and signed a lot of gangsters where I'm from-from 

Oh, I got these haters sick, where your Tum-Tums 

If he ain't talking money, he ain't saying nothing 

[Outro] 

Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu 

Beep, beep, beep, beep 

I am