- Yo Gotti Stay Ur Distance 歌詞
- Yo Gotti
- Ayy
Ayy, I been quarantined cause I aint ****in with niggas anyway
Stay your distance, pussy
Yeah, stay your distance, pussy (Tay Keith, **** these niggas up)
First week of that virus, I lost a half a mil (Five hundred)
Lets see who gon survive and who got hustlin skills (Hustlin skills)
Niggas still outside, they must dont think its real ( Niggas still outside)
Kinda miss Southside, I wanna be in that field (Wanna be in that field)
My mask Dior, your bitch just hit my phone, I just might smash her more (Bye-bye)
Gave her the dick, the best night in her life, what else you askin for?
Touch my chain, I crash of course (Uh-huh)
Thats one mission you had to abort
Thug life, nigga, Im passionate for it (Passionate)
Back outside, cant find the doors
Five, six Lam trucks, five, six Cullinans (Phew)
Nigga, we back outside, back outside, back outside
Nigga, we back outside
Chrome Hearts, Amiris, a million in jewelry (Beep)
Nigga, Im back outside, back outside, back outside (Yeah)
Nigga, we back outside
Bitch gettin flewed out ASAP (ASAP), if I like, then tap, tap
Shit been lit, its bout that time, let them know you back outside
Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch , we back outside
Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch, we back outside
I dont want no handgun, I need an AK (A whole Drac)
Busted-down Patek (Patek), she bust it down, respect (Respect)
She dont respect no sucker, street shit from her brother (Yeah)
And if you cuff her, you gon have to buy her that Chanel bag before you **** her
Thats on Coco
Everything Gucci, no logo
Everything platinum, no promo (Promo)
Gotti wont go, my bro know, yeah, yeah (At all, at all, at all)
Pack in
No rap money, no backends
Thought he was your opp, now youre back friends (What?)
Thats how a lame get done in, dummy (Bah)
I want the money on the front end (Front)
Its murder on all of my run-ins (On sight)
Twenty-thousand square feet, eight-figure cribs all I can live in (Facts)
Im the type follow a nigga bitch, fly her out
Im the type pipe her up, show her life about (Yeah)
She the type wife-like, but not really (Really)
She match my energy (Twin)
She like when I stick the thumb in her butt, gon, let her cum on the millions (Uh)
Flag on the play, bitches been wildin out, aint no more Wildin Out
I got a drum like Im Nick Cannon
Im a street nigga, I won a Grammy (Yeah)
Ima be good, word to my granny (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty ass fat just like her mammy
My bitch a job, shout to JT
Touched down in Miami, Im on a ski
Two-tone Cuban, they eighty a piece (Woo)
Bricks, spent forty a piece (Woo)
Dugg want forty a verse (Woo)
Big Berg in the Honda, the purse (Woo)
And we coppin shit in the recession, nigga
Fire hoes too, you know what Im sayin?
Label tried to give me a new deal for the twenty mil (What you do?)
Turn em down (Hah)
Back and forth with the plug, talkin about numbers
Pack on the Hound
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt, beep, beep, beep
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt, beep, beep, beep
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