Red, White & Blue Lyrics - Yo Gotti

1 United States of America, nigga

2 Land of the free

3 Nigga what you'd do for your country?

4 You know what I'd do for mine?

5 Everything but go to war, nigga

6 Yeah, I'm into it with niggas right around the corner from me

7 I ain't gotta go out the motherfucking country to shoot them choppers nigga

8 [Chorus]

9 Colombians, Mexicans

10 Even got some work from the Dominicans

11 American, land of the free

12 National anthem shit

13 My country tis of thee

14 Red, white, and blue

15 Red, white, and blue

16 Crip and Blood shit

17 Nigga I salute

18 Red, white, and blue

19 Red, white, and blue

20 Cocaine shit

21 Nigga I salute

22 Colombians and Mexicans, I'm tryna re-up

23 Stop the beat let's get something understood -- I stay g'd up

24 Maybach with my feet up, AK when I creep up

25 My young niggas rep Blood Gang, my OGs rep Hoover

26 All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot up

27 Little bad bitch got no aim, she must work at Hooters

28 Remember being in New York when the towers blew up

29 Now I got a 911 Porsche with the blue guts

30 Rims'll make you throw up, something to make you blow up

31 Niggas getting little money, when you gon grow up?

32 Louis from the toe up, street nigga, so what?

33 Louis XIII and I just tell them bitches poor up

34 Work

35 [Chorus]

36 Voila, haha, 18 wheeler fulla

37 Pounds of ? green and thirty bricks inside a Honda

38 He don't speak any English, all he know is numbers

39 That's my mans he plug me he gon get me through the summer

40 He don't know my name, him there just a runner

41 He pick it up and drop it off then he gets him yonder

42 Land of the free, run up if you wanna

43 Suicide mission, we got choppers in this Hummer

44 Red, white, and blue, I'm no politician

45 But I live in a white house so I feel presidential

46 I pledge allegiance to the flag, United Streets of America

47 In God we trust, in one we stand, I'll always be a hustler

48 Work

49 [Chorus]

50 The block Frank Sinatra thirty thousand feet up in the air eating lobster

51 Doing what I gotsta

52 Catch me at the tables, hundred thousand a marker

53 ?

54 Fucking with the wrong set, ain't even perform yet

55 Short one to AC, Vegas we took the long jet

56 Blue chip in the field, red one on the horn bet

57 Money straight, work good, the neck ain't did me wrong yet

58 They come in powder form 'til we rock 'em up

59 Land of the free, but they tryna lock me up

60 Ha, I'm in the trap 'til the sky change

61 Drug dealer nightmares, millionaire migraines

62 Work

63 [Chorus]