YO GOTTI – REAL sh#t LYRICS –

YO GOTTI – REAL sh#t LYRICS – Lyrics

Artist: YO GOTTI
Song: REAL sh#t LYRICS –

Ya (CMG)
This mixtape here
It’s strictly for the fans (yogottimusic.com)
Trust me!

I want my album to drop more than you
Call the f#cking label and ask them what happening
Dear world, f#ck it
Truly yours!

King
I’m on my grown man flow band up flow
n#gg# I just brought a phantom off the showroom floor
See these n#gg#s sub-tweeting, but his fans don’t know

He’s a p#ss# and I expose this n#gg# I said a ho
In the streets n#gg#s look up to Gotti and I understand why
Ain’t on this slick sh#t n#gg#, I see eye to eye
Running around, talking down, playing games, n#gg# die

Young n#gg#s in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire!
(ay let the beat sing to em)
Little rappers playing with me
I’m trying to stop from clicking out

Did a show in Alabama, guess my strap was sticking out
Security to try the arrest n#gg#, but instead they kicked me out
I’ve been going through a lot of sh#t, f#cking with this model b#tch
Baby momma left a n#gg# and now it hard to see the kids

Record label can’t get it right, they pushed the date back
Ross hit a n#gg# up try to put me on Maybach
Tip hit a n#gg# up trying to give me Grand Hustle
All these n#gg#s are my n#gg#s and I respect the hustlers

Some of these n#gg#s like my brothers
They’ve been real since day one
Realest n#gg# in it, I’ve been real since day one
And a n#gg# keep saying I’m one song away

f#ck that, I’m 5 million dollars strong today!
See when You heard me doing that money machine sh#t, n#gg#
That mean I got that mother f#ck’n sack bro
n#gg# I make M’s n#gg#

You know what I’m talking about
I show these n#gg#s how to do this sh#t I’m the blue print n#gg#
Show these n#gg#s how to make these millions, n#gg#
And I ain’t drop sh#t but a n#gg# b#tch off

You know what I’m talking about
I’m in a two door coupe
With a see through roof
And the a dope boy roll and a Glock 9 too

Red b#tch on the passenger, she semi cute
But her head some serious, so you know what it do
When I say I love my n#gg#rs, that mean I love my n#gg#rs
Yeah, I rap for living, but I gotta plug for my n#gg#rs

I talk cocaine, cause I know cocaine
Ain’t on that criss cross sh#t
I’m trying to stay in my lane
Say I rap like I trap, I gotta stay on my game

I’m strapped 24/7 I got to stay on my aim
They say Keep it real Gotti I say I been doing that
They say the n#gg#rs are white, I say influence that
I’m on my li-li-liter sh#t n#gg#s following the kid

But I ain’t f#cked up with it
The streets know what it is
(I’m on my li-li-liter sh#t n#gg#s following the kid)
(but I ain’t f#cked up with it)

(the streets know what it is)
My little homies keep telling me to smash on em
Met a bad b#tch and I spend a little cash on her
Cope a new whip so I left the paper tags on it

Got a couple checks but I really hate to brag on it
Catch me in the club, Luis shoe, Louis rag on em
Standing on the couch, popping bottles dropping swagg on em
Zilla up next and I bet the pad on em

Soon as he said the name CMG drop the bag on em
I mean you know sh#t crazy
Cause like the other night a n#gg# was in Atlanta
We f#cking around on the internet

I mean sh#t counted thru me for a loop
Cause I didn’t know nothing about it
And its like December 23
I’m a real n#gg# 1st, get money 2nd

Break bread with my n#gg#s, we like family so respect it
Bad blood in the camp and n#gg# feel neglected
I try to work it out before it get all hecked
But if its about a b#tch, just know I don’t respect it

And if you talking foul I hope its ain’t in my direction homie
I say if you talking foul I hope its ain’t in my direction homie
Ay see
I believe n#gg# got a problem they handle it

You don’t talk, you don’t tweet
If its all good its all good
Know what I’m talking about
I’m from the city of the murders

Were industry n#gg#s ain’t never heard of us
They be like who the f#ck is Gotti, n#gg# Google me
Oh I’m a f#ck n#gg#, that sh#t must be new to me
I’m damn near 30 and a n#gg# ain’t done sh#t to me

Put your hands on a real n#gg# then its 1st degree
Get it (pow)
Hit it (pow)
Split it

Thats all my n#gg#s do is murk some
I’m trying to hurt some
Migo got a 18 wheeler, he trying to work some
That b#tch bad as hell, she trying to twerk some

I’m give that b#tch back to you cause she worst-some
I’m out
C-M-G
I’m king
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From the album:
January 10th [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020