Julius Lyrics - Yo Gotti

1 You got them birds I want a few, first I'm a drop a deuce

2 Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy that's forty-two

3 Call that pick, that James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving)

4 Set my dunk on (Julius Erving) ride through the six like George Gervin

5 See the feet, on the fleet, white cleats on an athlete,

6 Tell em paper attack me, damn that thing look nasty

7 Damn this thing a classic, everybody starin

8 Pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a casket

9 Simple dunk can't catch me, I'm dammit twisted backwards

10 Candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a backflip

11 My rims just did a backflip,

12 Dem lips on my rims so big they fucked round and did a front flip

13 The way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the motor flipped

14 Punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt

15 Slammin at the light self, pull up in a white dunk

16 White guts, white rims

17 73 chevy, but it look like a dump truck

18 Trunk like a concert, that mean that bitch loud as fuck

19 Everything kitted up, that boy digital

20 Hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful

21 Hardwood floors in that bitch look like my grandma's house

22 White on white leather my seats remind me of my grandma's couch

23 Trunk having a heart attack, when I'm doin a summersault

24 Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk

25 Sunday I ain't bumpin no rap, I'm bumpin Al Green

26 Monday I ain't sellin no white, I'm sellin all green

27 Yo Gotti I'm the king, no soon as I hit the scene

28 I'm watchin (colors), and then I watch my plasma screen