Lyrics:
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
Yeah, you know what it is right?
You'kno’m'sayin', Mic Messiah
JuJu Mob nigga
I’ll smack that trucker hat the
Fuck off ya head man yo, this nigga
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
that's some then
Just watch this"
I had a leftover sixteen grams
I brought that bitch back to twenty six
Pap a real life cocaine magician
I wouldn't talk
they talking, cuz got real beams on the blick for the chalking right
Round yo body, I hold weight like Gotti
I don't give a fuck about thotties
Bitch you
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
to blood, what?
Me and Gotti and some hood shit
Amigos just hit me said he got some good shit
Ha ha
Wassup, haha
Too real niggas
realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my dogs i swear to God it been a minute
Yo, it's Boosie and Gotti
Niggas know we go retarded for money we fuck up the check
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
NITE LITE ENTERTAINMENT LLC PRESENTS
NITE LITE - BIGG JUGG FT YAK GOTTI
Prod By Mileage & The Trillmatic One
Jugg and finessing
Jugg and finessing
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
the E-Class
Kiss my ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
[Chorus]
Yo I use my real name - cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in
a crime, while in the blind of a flyin' saucer
Unidentified object, and dead of the night walkin'
Y'all parkin' I'm sparkin', hard to talk from a coffin'
go right
Ain't no one by yo side
'Sides that Glock 29
Said if he don’t ride put some shots in his spine
If you really straight up face that pain up
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
Uh (Zaytoven)
I was scaling grams watching 'Yo MTV Jams' (for real)
Now I'm the richest nigga in my fam (for real)
Forty percent goes straight
this shit all on my own
Go and ask my boy yo gotti tHANKS TO FLYIN
Gb, i feel like i don't need nobody
I got this, i got this
I told em since day one, i
dont talk
about it I did it ima show you how a real nigga move hold yo own and stay strong if the funk
come then its on bad bitches all in my phone ima
to the grave
(Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still!
Bottle you! Drop that ass off in
You talk about vengeance
Is vengeance gonna bring your son back to you
And i have selfish reasons
If some unlucky accident superfall him If he should
I'ma bang with the O
I'm the crippin' kitchen, spitting at bitches
Flippin' the switches, my niggas in Richmond
The real killers, guerillas
Wig
Discuss these real talk by yo gotti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In