MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
yo gotti - act right
[Intro: Yo Gotti]
I'm going going back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre
All I do is talk yay
[Bridge: Yo Gotti]
In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryna break a record like a DJ
Thats a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I give that bitch some act right
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it act right
Act right, act right
Niggas playin' games you can act right
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm goin' goin back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre
I'm a street nigga all I do is talk yay
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
Ain't lookin' for a free throw, lookin for a freak ho
Cuban link chain on my neck weigh a kilo
Nigga just violated pissed dirty to his P.O.
On the real nigga scale one to ten you a zero
Damn, that a bad bitch you a Creole
On the West coast but she say she from the N.O.
Act right, get your life changed
Fuck a purse you can get the last name
Real nigga shit boy I hate lames
All my nigga sell dope or gang bang
Me and cash get the act right
You ain't in a foreign you don't look right
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'mma tell ya off top mother fuck free Boosie
Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man uzi
Thinkin' came with a step might be the shit
I got a rooster in my Rari might be your bitch
I said I pull to detention Aventador
Make you bitch pass out straight hit the floor
Said I never seen a car like that before
What's that thang stickin up? thats the door
I told YG I'mma go ride the whip
You just hangin' out the window ghost ride the clip
I made my first quarter million dollars off the blow
He want a nine piece chicken took that to-go
I'mma tell ya like this, ya'll motherfucker listen
Kilo all day motherfucker I'm trippin'
But if you run up on me think I'm slippin'
Michael Jordan with the chopper man I hit you like Pippen act right
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: YG]
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to myself
I'mma fly nigga nigga I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them
Fuck my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
Niggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I dont need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you bitch you been a rat
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols
[Bridge]
[Hook]
yo gotti - u a gangsta rite
Since 50 dropped wanksta erbody a gangsta(this ya boy yo gotti)
Since 50 dropped wanksta erbody a gangsta(gangsta)
Yeah, you put on ya gangsta image nigga but you know you aint gangsta(gangsta)
You can fool yaself nigga but the fact still remains you niggas just aint gangsta(gangsta)
Chorus:
You got ya braids to the back(you gangsta rite)
Sold ya rags get some tags(you gangsta rite)
So you roll wit a clique(you gangsta rite)
Claim you dont date no shit(you gangsta rite)
I see you got ya golds in ya mouth(you gangsta rite)
But them niggas shot up ya house(you gangsta rite)
I know you aint gonna go like that(cuz you gangsta rite)
you gangsta rite(rite), you gangsta rite(rite) You gangsta get real.
All you animated put togther Popeye thugs need to hit cha spend it fo ya try to step to me cuz
aint yosamite sam nor elmer fud
Got a mold bird pump and it filled with slugs
hit ya hunni in tha mouth
you ran thats how tha cookie crumble
Damn im too fast you remind me of the Warner Brothers
you aint gon kill nutthin or let nutthin die
be tha first to testify to tha LBI
Yo Gotti got guns we aint seen before
AR 15's red beams and scopes
ya moms house got sprayed
and ya mans got hit
you was all on a dinner date trickin to a bitch
Chorus(x1)
Yeen shot nobody
yeen sold no O's
yeen been on a mission
kicked down no doors
yeen pimped no bitches
yeen with no riches
yeen cut a nigga head made em go get stiches
yeen bout yo skrilla
and you sho aint a boss
you aint help young niggas
you cant seen no cross
you with ya ho romantic
i make ya petty
Im tha mild cold deala like shootin that cannon
and ya bitch can get it to
so get a taft none
gangsta why tha fuck you run wit a gun
Real niggas dont press charges
what tha fuck you doin
you on tha stand pointin fingers at peliminary hear
me vs the state and you was the victim
thought you said you was a solja
you runnin with killas
yeah tha truth hurts nigga
but im more than bullets
i make a bun get a gun
run up on you and pull it
Chorus(x1)
you niggas square as a pool table
and twice as green
type of nigga take all his work and front it to fiends
real gangstas get money
and they call tha shots
got block burnas that dont rap
i can get you shot
and then niggas tryna get tha Don's killed
thats why i neva leave tha house with out my heata consealed
i got one in tha cham when i jump in tha range
keep my hand on tha trigga
i blow out ya brains
leave tha club switchin lanes
half a life doin a hundred
tryna catch this cred dummy that wont pay me my money
Im from north memphis nigga we dont play that shit
You threw ya door fenders and windas
and kill that bitch
Chorus(x1)
(Thanks to Clay for these lyrics)
yo gotti - break-a-man
[Talking]
Nope, It ain't happening, not over here. You ain't finna get a fast
motherfucking come up over here shawty. HELL NAW!!
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Shawty was so real back in '96
Before the big life all the ice and all the bricks
Was small time grindin', high school rhymin'
Just broke up with my bitch so it was like perfect timing
She wouldn't a dime piece, she wouldn't a nine piece
But bout a six or a seven but was real sweet
But she was gangsta in other words thugged-out
But she was trafficing and manufacturin' drugs out
She was a little older she was a little bolder
Than all my other hoes, she drove a blue Corolla
We used to walk to class, I used to hold her folder
You know that in-between green shit to win her over
But fuck it, I'm a soldier, by now she should've noticed
That ya boy gone spit vocals or gone sell yola
She had nice goals future thought-out with a plan
But let me tell you how this bitch was trying to break a man
[Chorus]
Tryin', tryin', to break a man
I don't understand
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I told you she was real, at least I thought she was
I fucked with her for years, but that was just because
The situation seemed like it was meant to be
Until the money came I thought we was the perfect team
I worked a little harder, yes, i was like my father
All through the rain, sleet, and snow like it was no tomorrow
I had to stack my dollars, real niggaz do real things like the lifetime in
volume 1 of Sean Carter
I started flippin' cars, she started flippin' out
I tried to figure out what the fuck she bitchin' bout
She go a little crazy, she got a little lazy
No more with future plans and goals she only talkin babies
I''m only talkin maybe
She constantly talkin' give me
Don't wanna hustle don't wanna work, I guess she out to get me
My money won't decrease by any circumstance
I ain't gone give you shit, you ain't gone break a man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Nakia Shine]
Now we didn't have a pot to piss in
Shawty that's when you would listen
My down ass Memphis bitch, just playin yo postion
This before you had my son, this before I had a name
This before i copped the deal, this before I let it WANG
Told you was my plan was to try to come up on some change
Do my music out of town, i got to hoppin' on the planes
All the time away from home, shit you wasn't in my trust
While I'm out of town Rap Hustlin', doing this shit for us
All of a sudden you need some space, so I let you breathe
Went and got yo own place, and I was wrong for lettin' you leave?
Now I'm back to fuckin' niggaz hoes, back to fuckin' bitched friends
Seen the spot I'm livin' in, got mad when I went and got the Benz
Now you want some dividends, now you wanna go to court
I give Nick everything he need, why you filing child support?
Left me, and now you hurt cause you ain't in my plans
You got me fucked up shawty and you tryin' to Break a man (DAMN)
[Chorus til end]
yo gotti - i m a thug
Chorus:
I'm a gangsta(gangsta)
You a actress(actress)
You be dreamin(dreamin)
I make it happen(make it happen)
I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood
But I be fuckin with them niggas im a thug (x2)
I got respect
I came from the streets
If a nigga didn't hustle then a nigga didn't eat homie(homie)
And ain't nan nigga took nuttin
Playin with me money
make ya mami go and book somethin
a fruit of a for that bitch ass nigga
ole dick in a booty slitch nich ass nigga(look) a couple niggas got fronted
took to long with me money
send them youngstas to that dumpin bitch
and I got soljas on my team
that will die for the I to tha e
the feds want me bad because they know I got them killa niggas out tha north
if Gotti get tha word they'll take them niggas off
and kids wanna be just like me
systems tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me
I sold hella keys made hella cheese
and all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a
chorus(x2)
you wanna beef with c'mon lets go get em man
fuck talkin im tryna be the first one to hit em man
my patience little man
dont take alot of bullets man
drop em where the stand with one squeeze u dont understand
this a hard knock of life for niggas
take a pentatentery chance throwin bricks to prison
and i aint talkin bout no polka
but i watch niggas fold
fuck them other niggas cuz them other niggas hoes
them niggas hoes thats the verdict case closed
aint shit like they say
we da streets we know
7 out of 10 of dem niggas who talkin gangsta need a g replaced with the w cuz they wankstas(aint cha)
and i guess we like the black sheep
we live where we speak
so we neva talk cheap
these niggas vegetarians dont wanna see no beef
when it come they want peace
but me i want a piece cuz
chorus(x2)
back in 95
got a pick da side
with them big guys
they seen it in my eyes
they had a lot of pies
money to the vibe
i knew no betta but whateva i was down to ride
and neva asked about tha shit dat they owe me
just did wat they showed me
or did what they told me
the littlest nigga with tha biggest fuckin
balls i was down for tha motha fuckin cause
now i must say today im a rich cred veteran
shot alot of niggas cuz i sold a lot of medicine
did a lot of shit that you may think irrelavent
i masked on them rappers cuz they play with my intelligence
they had white when the price was cheapa
they hate the mel row
and now my brothers keepa
alot of niggas may not think the same
cuz they lame
they just rap they wasnt in tha game get it
chorus(x2)
yo gotti - after i fuck ya bitch
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then I'mma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 1]
Now all y'all niggas know pimpin' ain't dead
And these hoes followin' us like simon said
I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why
Cause the first time I seen a man cry
Was because a bitch
She broke his heart
She left him for dead
Though my h boom coon
Gast up the bitch head
Every nigga don't love you
He just tryin' to rich
And here the bitch fail for the shit(so hear this)
These niggas got a couple birds
You know how that go
We snatch a rumor that we heard
We finna vamp out
We rush in and ran in the door
In the ?????
The bitch start screamin'
I padded her on the ass
Job well done
We got what we wanted, it's to roll
I'm sittin' on a brick and half, nothin' but old
These niggas lookin stupid it's hard to swallow
Imagine a bitch taking every dollar you done earn
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 2]
Now you the hardest nigga in the hood
You talkin shit
But you weak than a motherfucker
We it comes to that bitch
You better watch before I knock her
And get cha hot
You suppose to be my nigga
But you huggin' your glock
You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me
Over a bitch, you wanna hurt me
You wanna curse me, put me on disc
You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me
Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes
It ain't over, I saw your hoe, ridin' in your rover
I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her
My nigga better watch your bitch, cause she been creepin'
My nigga me and your bitch, we been like sleepin'
She been talkin' about your stash and I been hurtin'
I gotta tech-nine in the mat I'm about to serve ya
Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya
Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 3]
You better watch your bitch, like you watch your mail
If you ain't train that bitch then you goin' to jail
Or gone be dead gone ????? but runs they mouth
Love to fantasize about they man cars and house
You can give the bitch the world
She still gone gice up that car
But you a nobody nigga that sellin' rocks on the block
You better watch your bitch cause I'm shinin' like diamonds
You bring her around me it's gone be a matter of time
For I fuck your bitch and let you know about it
If you a trick ass nigga you'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't throw no fuckin' fit about it
That's life and you really can't do shit about it
You wanna hi-side dick ride cause you think I'm on
You comin to me wrong tryin' to popcorn, bitch gone
For I catch a fuckin aggrivated, see you then violated
You told them folk that I was drug related
I gotta grudge with the judge she ??????
Domestic violence three years without parole
Watch your bitch, and stop your bitch, before your bitch
Get your ass in a world of shit
[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You'll be fuck up about it
I hope you don't start
No fuckin' beef about it
Or I'll tale her name your name
And make a rap about it
(repeat 4x)
yo gotti - u understand
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got them choppas you understand
Fuckin' around with us we burn ya block up you understand
Fuck what cha' heard got them birds you understand
Coming shawt with us yeen scared you understand
[Verse 1]
Your broad I done banged her
Weighing game then trained her
With the block burners the ones that's bringing flames up
I be in the north cuzz
Chillin' with my squad cuzz
Laughing at these weak ass niggaz swearin' that he hard cuzz
What the fuck you know about, niggaz with them extra clips
Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm making niggaz flip
23's got it, big bodies I got it nigga
Whole thang got it, gotti he been had it
Rolling with them niggaz, them damn fools from Watkins
Shit start poppin', bitches start joggin'
Niggaz start flaugin, rumors got out gotti start mobbing and robbing
Cause he on Galling regardless the circumstance
Ain't be starving' like marvin of any man
So now my target is Ridgecrest with working hands
I'm posted up with double ups to do a gotti and
You understand
[Chorus]
I move bricks like a constructor
Famous like Paul Brooker
Grew up around hustlahs with M plants and coca
Gotti get them birds and pass 'em to T sticks
I could cut where they store and then provide bricks
Transport and ??? half way on see some green
Youse a fiend bout to dream want some ching yaa mean
Stillman got the ready rocks what you possed to be a cop
Tell em' I got them 100 proof that's taped up and watt block
Carousel my issue I got's to get richer
I ain't cockin' out until I get me some millions
All day my phone ring I got cone like ice cream
Product 24 hours dawg consumers call me Wal-greens
More blocks than gun shots
Ammo like Rambo
On the block posted up, like Shaq I'm gone score
Like Pringles my chips stacked
What you want a nigga got?
Coming shawt with us if yeen scared man holla back
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm the same young nigga since elementary
And I didn't go then neither, it ain't no game with me
If you ain't breaking bread, you ain't no friend to me
So cut to brush it out, you ain't no ken to me
I got them whole thangs, hand caught 4 in the split
I'm straight from the north
So they assume that I'm straight with this shit
I'm straight with my clique, but otherwise these niggaz be scared
I'm 5 foot 5 they talkin' bout some shit they done heard
Come on dawg big ole you and lil' me
Don't mean shit cause if you slip it's O.V
But that's beef fuck all that what cha' need
I got trees and I bricks for chee cheese
Fuck wit yo boy I turn around and fuck wit you back
You shot a few times I turn around and front you your pack
You keep it real together nigga we can make mils
Don't be scared just hustle up and get the shit how you live
[Chorus] - repeat until end
yo gotti - mr tell it
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Mr. Tell It gone do yo thang (do yo thang)
Mr. Tell It present yo game (sent yo game)
Mr. Tell It gone head and squeal (head and squeal)
Can you see that my hoe ain't going
I thought you was real
[Verse 1]
I got Mr. Tell It up on the phone
Disturbing peace inside my home
Tryna tell my biz and shit so he can get inside the throne
I guess the nigga like my song after I fucked a nigga's bitch
I'm fucking niggaz all daily baby ain't gotta snitch
Strong you'll never sell memoir salt don't kill a playa
Once a hoe forever hoes always been a tattle tell
Ever since the third grade still got the same waves
Ridin' and kickin' shit with you
And the hoe know every move I make
This nigga must think I'm dumb
Getting' the numbers out my phone
All around hoe navi - gaty (navigator) lickin' out his tongue
2 waying my bitch and shit he know something' what she don't know
Nigga what you think this a Jenny Jones or Springer show
Nigga I got hoes to give, hoe wit rides, and hoes wit cribs
Synonyms and antonyms, negatives and positives
Frankly what I'm trying to say you can tell the President
My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she relevant
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mr. Tell It tell the truth, is you jealous or you jes?
Overprotected don't fuck around and get no injection
Not bout the bitch but bout the principle
That you wanna see me living life miserable
They say bullets ain't got no name money ain't got no rules
And a bitch gone do what she want to
My street literature spit at her so quick and smooth
She give a fuck about the hustling doubts that you went through
So get yourself together dawg and tune in tonight
She wanna fuck with a thug Mr. Tell It you too nice
All you wanna do is lick her pussy and hit her bare
She wanna fuck with a nigga that don't really care
Yo gotti hit the bitch and I'll never call her again
Same room same hotel next week with her friend
So Mr. Tell It I hope you linen (listen)
Stay the fuck up out my business
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Mr. Tell It don't shoot me down to knock a bitch
Mr. Tell It don't use my name, remember you the shit
I can't help I fucked your hoe, and yo cuz, and yo sissta
and yo ex-girl-lah
Mr. Tell It want to pay be back, ain't that a bitch
My name ain't Kurt so remember that
Mr. Tell It these hoes already know that I'm a dawg
Mr. Tell It can't say nuttin nice then don't speak at all
Mr. Tell It quit bothering me, watching me
Following like a private eye agency
Mr. Tell It just leave me alone
Cause on the real, I don't want to put one in your dome
So leave me alone
Mr. Tell It we tryin' to sleep
Quit leaving message bout where I was last week
It's understood, Mr. Tell It listen close
I ain't married and ya boy don't love the hoe
Mr. Tell It
[Chorus] - repeat until end
yo gotti - fuck you
[Hook]
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell your bitch I said
[Yo Gotti]
Me, ass up, face down
One night only, I'm from out of town
Count new rules, we ain't waiting on it
And if that pussy good, it's big cake on it
Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Channel
Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers
If you a hater I just got two words
[Hook]
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell your bitch I said
[Yo Gotti]
You and them bitches that you came with
All in my section, drinking my shit
You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking, what you doing, hoe?
Instagram, you taking pictures, you don't know me, though
Damn, she say she a fan
Yeah, I understand but I wanna get in her pants
'Cause she thinking for, 'cause she licking her tongue out
She say she don't fuck with rappers, I'm like 'what you talking 'bout, bitch? '
[Hook]
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I got two words for you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said
[Meek Mill]
Oh, I said 'fuck 'em', I don't like 'em, I don't love 'e When the money come, homies turn to haters, don't trust 'em
If the brick ain't coming with a stick I don't touch it
I want that beer medal with a scorpion when I bust her
Like a bitch when she twerking, y'all niggas working
Clown ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
In a cage with the lion, let it have you for desert
And test the fire of your army, took a dip in what you're worth it, nigga
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I met this bitch, she said 'my friend, she wanna'
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
All in your room, but really, yo, I wanna
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
And if I hear my roadie, though, he gotta fuck, too
Now put your middle fingers up and scream
[Yo Gotti]
Haters, nigga mad at the paper
Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels
Lil' watch with the jest, don't let it fool you
I could school you how to look like money
Hustler of the year, could write a book 'bout money
Don't park, don't bother tryna impress them hoes
What you read of money better tell them hoes, bitch
[Hook]
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that bitch I said
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said
yo gotti - 9 to 5
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches with all
Up to no good in da hood but to play with my dawg
Been had six figures and that ain't no lie
I was fly class of 2000 at Trezvant High
I had gold like whoa! I just wanted to be
A fucking lawyer but that was to long for me
Never knew I'll rob with the blackout squad
I admit when I was young shit I had a job
That was cool at first but I had to get paid
A 150 dollars a week must think I'ma slave
Maybe that's the reason why niggas been fucking with birds
Got the urge and the nerves to kick a bitch to the curb
I'm bout tied of bitches asking me have I been in love
I'm a human being bitch til I do pump blood
Let the rumor do some shit that a nigga didn't like
When I was young and dumb didn't know wrong from right
My old man telling me young cat walk like
Out of mind out of sight now my head on right
[bridge]
Gotti-ah, gotti-ah, gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti-ah
[chorus 4x]
I tried me a 9 to 5 but it'n work
Put my trust in a bitch end up getting nerved
[verse 2]
I was 12 years old in the vista cove
I didn't want to get a job I want to sell me some more
I didn't want to go to church I wanted to get me some dough
Or a European Chevy with a matching vogue
They say I'm madeful ungrateful cuz I ain't faithful
Good things come and go but I'll miss them later
Tip so niggas know gotti ain't they savior
I'm just trying to fuck all these hoes while I'm able
Big bro in and out the door cutting paper
Lil bro keep them out seen them getting paper
Gotti ask them questions when I seen them at the table
What the fuck is that? and what you doing with that razor?
I'm dead fucking serious
And while he smoking on some dro
And laughing I'm getting more and more furious
Real off experience I seen it first hand
That's why I had to make a plan to get them Benjamins
[bridge]
[chorus 4x]
[verse 3]
Nigga block on lock better tuck that shit
Ain't no motherfucker round that can fuck with this
Call nigga when they really won't infecting this
I&E rap hustlas getting checks for this
How many niggas you know that can go come from above?
Without a bill on the real yeen ain't fucking with us
I be tripping off bitches when they holla at us
With the mind frame they gone get some dollars for us
This a health train come on bitch swallow the nut
And follow it up by getting the fuck off the bus
Catching the cut what don't speak on trust
Don't know what it mean and me speak no English
And me don't work me a thug me no jerk
Back in the day me got my feelings hurt
But never again catch me fucking a friend
From 8 to 10 she ain't working nor getting revenge
yo gotti - cold blood
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon? survive now?
Yeah, it?s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga
If I could paint a picture
I would show the image of a [?]
Yeah, [?] nigga
Popping pain killers
Praying for a call for the [?]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon? survive now?
Yeah, it?s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga
Here?s a voice for the voiceless
My words like multiple choice to the choiceless
Emerge like a search light in the darkness
For this young, black carcass
My niggas either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now
In God we trust But it?s bucks that we worship, now
Boy that root of evil gon? forever rule the people
See, I seen just what that fast money gon? come and do to people
Hit a lick, it was a hit
He said, ?Let's go and do the sequel?
But his, nigga wasn?t ?bout it, nigga wasn?t ?bout it, now
Feeling guilty, "What would Momma think about me?"
Told? em, think about it nigga, won't you think about it now?
But he was money hungry
Plus he trigger happy
So they hopped up in the Caddy
Burnt his pack, just like a Stevian
Thirty minutes later, blood is leaking at the ATM
Momma in denial, like her baby boy on trial
For a murder that he ain?t commit
Tears soak the handkerchief
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon? survive now?
Yeah, it?s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga
For real, for real
They say the good die young, that?s the truth
My nigga floating up in heaven now, that?s the proof
I ain?t make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace
If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me
Nigga maybe we can fly someday
Oh we can fly someday
Yeah up in the sky someday
Do real niggas get to heaven?
That?s that shit I ask the reverend
yo gotti - shake it
[Verse 1]
Down here Memphis no hanky panky
And we ride whips on twanky twanky's
Thugged out club scene dranky dranky
That cristy cristy til' we faint'n faint'n
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
And they run to the dance floor
All shape sizes from dime to zero
I'm not Captain Kurt or Captain Nero
I'm just trying to get you and your friend to G-O
Then I dream voices hit my ski-lo
T-shirt, head band, tech-marino
Old school throw back Memphis sho-bo
Lorenzo jersey to hide the 4-O
Shawty, Cree-o and she know Judo
She say she got some green that will send me to Pluto
Sorry mommy ya boy don't smizzo
But you can let your boy burn brain in the G-4
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Aaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!
Shake it mommy
Girl tell me where you get that from
Put it on me
Alright (alright)
[verse 2]
I'm like me burning drink but me at the bar and uuhhh...
Me from the hood but me is a star and uuhhh...
You looking right and we can go far if uuhhh...
Ya don't mind spending time with a hustlah
Yo gotti, M down, Lil' Monster and
You get it right how bout you be his wifey and
We cock whips move bricks in a mini van
Take trips to Hawaii to hula dance
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
She back in Philippines
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
Looking right in them Gucci jeans
She bounce she turn she drop it low
And I look like damn! This bitch is cold
The monastery monora whatever hoe
Look I'm from Memphis ain't seen that shit before
Down here they twerk and shake it fast
But we love it cuz we watch her crip her ass
[Chorus]
yo gotti - that s not yo bitch
[Intro:]
...yea this some personal shit here nigga!
I'ma take it there...
[Hook:]
You can kiss her, You can hug her
You can tell her that you love her to her face bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
You can lick her, You can stick her
You can give it to her right all nite bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
You can like her you can wife her
You can get married and fight her all nite bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm the same nigga off tha chain nigga
I get's paid to giving game to lame niggaz
I learned early way back in my younger days
Following my heart I fell in love at seventh grade
Late nite on the phone quality time king
Malco movie screens she was my queen
We was everything and I was so faithful
Fucked my homeboys and that was so hateful
I thought taped her
In denial and didn't wanna believe in the truth
man but they taped her
Made me strong so I can live with that
So I gotta thank that Andrea for that
[Hook]
[Verse2: Yo Gotti]
How many real niggaz can stand up and tell the truth
Lay it all on the line when they step in the booth
Not that many pimpin' close to any pimpin'
That boy Gotti a fool that's why I'm winning pimpin'
Nineteen-nintey-six I was moving bricks
Opened my heart back up and got another bitch
I changed that hoe life I copped that hoe ice
I showed that hoe wrong I taught that hoe right
And she was ride or die I seen her smile and cry
I sent that hoe to school I made her work nine to five
They kicked my door in they shot my bitch up
The cut my whole head they stole my white stuff
But she was still there cause she did not care
She's a soulja man she was so real
I asked her one day do you know dude there
She said hell naw man she said she swear
poseda been out of town I popped up in my home
Man it' was going down
And I ain't no damn fool
And it was clear to see she was fuckin the enemy
She made me strong and cold-hearted for that
Man I gotta thank Ranarda for that
[Hook]
yo gotti - 5 star chick
Ay, you know I'm lookin' 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout
I'm talkin home gurl be lookin like
she just stepped outta a magazine
I'm talkin niggas I'm gonna be somethin' serious
Gotti here go 12 bars
Gucci Mane got 9 cars
We don't call em "dimes" no more
'09 we call 'em 5 stars
I'm a 5 star nigga, this a 5 star clique
That's a 645, this that new M6
Pay her bills, get her hair fixed
Might even pay her rent
And the way she give it to me
Best money I ever spent
I can't even lie (why?)
I'm so super high (high)
Do not need her, will not keep her
Unless she is fly
Gucci Mane's a thug b, your man is a scrub, see
She loves me now, she loves you not
Yea all my bitches love me
And if you in Atlanta
Look up Gucci girl and beep me
And we can find a 5 star hotel you can meet me
That's a 5 star chick
That's a 5 star chick
That's a 5 star chick
Now that's a 5 star chick, if your credit score high
Feet and nails stay fly, keep your juice box wet
And your head something fine
You a 5 star chick
You a 5 star chick
You a 5 star chick
You a 5 star chick
I want a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a 5 star chick
It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit
I'm the realist nigga walkin
And dis the remix, and still I'm out here lookin'
4 a 5 star chick
When I catch her, I'mma bless her
Wit a 5 star kid
She a natural born hustla
She ain't chasing no suckas
On a mission for a real nigga
She ain't never fucked a busta
So your cars and your jewelry that she really don't excite
And all them hating-ass hoes in the club want to fight
She was born in the A, went to school in DC
Got a job in Dallas, Texas then moved to Tennessee
If you ain't a 5 star, need to go ahead and face it
Fake Gucci, fake Louis, shawty that'll make you basic
Dat aint a 5 star chick
It aint a 5 star chick
Dat aint a 5 star chick
It aint a 5 star chick
See I'm a 5 star chick
Cause I ain't that other chick
She been struggling for hers
From the womb I been rich
I ain't gotta talk about the money in the shoe game
All you gotta do is Google Trina
See the proof, Mane
Cause ain't none of these hoes, doing shows in a recession
They cards get declined, now they suffering a depression
While I'm spending meals, signing all kinda deals
I'm a 5 star chick, eating 5 star meals
My whole lifestyle like "coming to america"
All my Louis luggage
You see my bag how I carry her
Walking through the airport
Like I'm in a parade on my hologram
Logging on to E-Trade
That's a 5 star chick
That's a 5 star chick
That's a 5 star chick
Now that's a 5 star chick, if your credit score high
Feet and nails stay fly, keep your juice box wet
And your head something fine
You a 5 star chick
You a 5 star chick
You a 5 star chick
You a 5 star chick
I want a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a 5 star chick
I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany's
Fendi on my slippers, and my cookies always slippery
I don't need help, I pay the bills on time
So I be yelling: "fuck em! " with a dildo sign
Bye little mama, you a 3 star
I ain't sleeping
when I say I'm in my dream car
Oh, did I stutter, Harajuku hyphen Barbie
I'm hot I think its time to put the rice in
I was in the chair, I was gluing my weave in
When you hit the stage
They was booin' and leavin'
Ya money red flag, no more auditions
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star chick is
yo gotti - gangsta party
[Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs]
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Hook - Yo Gotti]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 1 - Eightball]
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it
[Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]
[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low
[Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]
[Yo Gotti]
This for all my street niggaz and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it trill
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me
Myself and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited
[Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]
yo gotti - intro
[news reporter]
Gotti gotti we've been dying to get a hold of you for this interview
You have this new album dropping and everyone just wants to know
What's been going on with you where have you been?
[Yo Gotti]
Well I was kicking down on Watkins on some motherfuckin' hustling shit
Catching my cone tryin to get old listen to that triple 6
Mr. Ian looked at me gotti let go take a trip
I know where they got them beeper 3 for we can get em shipped
See baby the ground is mine niggas try to disrespect
Be poochin' and grab the chopper fuck around and left em' wet
Twenty - fours Yokohama we look like some superstars
No more pop off we play we got TV sterna's in the trunk
Rappin' ain't no fucking thang block burna big biggidy bang
Me and my guys be sellin' them pies since 95' we out the frame
Gotti representing the streets so Swizzo let 'em feel the beef
Try to steal my flow but niggas know they ain't real as me
Back when I was whippin' chickens choppin' bricks in momma kitchen
Never knew that rap shit would establish me a mill ticket
Shinin', grindin' , never mindin' niggas winin' bout a bitch
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
[skits]
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
(Movin' the zone movin' my throne)
(I&E is the label I consider my home)
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
(I&E is the label I consider my home)
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the north cuzz were I was tought cuzz
Was doin' my own thang never had a boss cuzz
So if you didn't know Gotti still C.E.O
It's block burnin' with yo bro but they don't feel me tho
I represent the M Project Pat and Fly and them
And all the pioneers that put it down for Gotti them
They say I'm new school but Gotti old school
Been having birds fuck what cha' heard I'm just a young dude
I'm just the truth and the realest to come up out the town
Keeping' it Memphis delivering the universal sound
It's fucking going down it ain't no fucking round
The king of Memphis you trippin' give me the fucking crown
It's fucking going down it ain't no fucking round
The king of Memphis you trippin' give me the fucking crown
[skits]
(I&E is the label I consider my home)
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
[talking til end]
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