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Yo Gotti – Ya Bih Lyrics, lETRA:
Ya Bih Lyrics

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Intro
Tay Keith, Fuck These Niggas Up-LYRICS-LETRAS

Verse 1 – Yo Gotti
I’m legend my life should be studied
I come from nothing, run up a thirty
Fucked on a superstar bitch, and I butted
Christian Louboutin, yea I been blooded
I’m not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won’t fit in the wallet
Cristopher wallets, everything B.I.G, we are the hunnids

Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fuckеd in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her

Verse 2
Wе made it to water, 60 minutes and I had the drugs off
How you let a bitch make you fall off
Ayy come get your bitch, Ima call off
A hundred misscalls, I block her
Oh yeah she determint, can’t stop her
She blew a bag at the doctor
60 brick
? impostor
Yeah my type of bitch don’t need nail nigga
She got a boutique and a cold figure
You know she young, she got an old nigga
And she gon’ keep it real if the hoes with ‘em
Bitch you be
??
Niggas be thirsty bitches won’t fuck with ‘em
She on a shiff for real
Got her ass done but it looked real
Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her

Verse 3 – Moneybagg Yo
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our bitch (mine too)
We just gon’ keep it in your house
You spent a thousand in Ruth Chris
I took that bitch to a dope house
You see the difference is plenty (so many)
Handle that emotion you know Ima give it
And my eminent would a girl from my city
Soon as she get drunk we gon’ fem on some flicky
I’m deep in my dog for roll me some truffles
Worry ‘bout go so smoke out
My bitch got a bubble, I beat it like she get in trouble
Get wet as a buss down
Told her stay out my business, go get you a bini
She talk to a vendor on Whats Up
He mad as a bitch let me find out, had his head holdin’ my hunnid’ come hide out
You the type little bitch get you for everything
In ‘n out I only know how play mine
Them niggas corny she fuck with the bread guy
Shot my shot, would have switch I got dead aim
Still wishin’ they had me
ex? bitches
You can pay me to pay attention
She fall in every rapper with a Richard Mille
Tryna fuck her way up get a meal ticket
Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her

Yo Gotti – Ya Bih Letra
Ya Bih Letra

Yo Gotti – No Competition Lyrics, lETRA:
No Competition Lyrics

Intro: Yo Gotti
Yeah
Yeah
Shh, shh, shh, shh
(GnB)
Frrt, frrt, frrt (Yeah), frrt (Yeah, yeah)

Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)

Verse 1: Yo Gotti
Niggas spending paper on these bitches like it’s competition
‘Fore I was a rich nigga, all I knew was stoves and kitchеns
Shorty got the bag with the big B, that’s a brick for it
Shorty got the AP on hеr wrist, it ain’t the lil’ boy
All my niggas bosses in the camp, it ain’t no lil’ boys
All my niggas’ll drill somethin’
All my niggas’ll— shh somethin’
You can’t eat off my table, lil’ nigga, you ain’t no real one
You ain’t got no money, nigga, that’s your fault, go and get you some
I lead by example
I was down bad fucked up, for example
Jumped in an Enterprise rental, went to Atlanta
Met a nigga with a hundred ‘bows and clamp ‘em (Give me that)
Remember me?
Ridin’ in a Chevy (Chevy), now I’m in a Phantom
Front row of the awards (Grammys) and I got the hammer
Lil’ bro smoking out the grammies, he ain’t got no manners
But he got some money and he taking care of his family
Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)

Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti
Everybody rich (Rich), ain’t no competition (Nah)
Everybody bitch (Bitch), slut her, then we switchin’ (Yeah)
Everybody lit (Lit)
Looking like a whole bunch of niggas selling bricks
This ‘bout real as it gets (Ha)

Verse 2: Yo Gotti
It’s so many guns in this bitch, it’s like a competition
Call it repetition
I’m good with the numbers on the scale, I’m a mathematician
I’m going to the bank or to the jail with my niggas
I know my position (What’s that?), never tell on a nigga (Ever)
I just pray that FN never fail on a nigga (On God)
I can send a contract or a bale to a nigga
You go before that judge, they try to rail them a nigga (Damn)

Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)
Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti
Everybody rich (Rich), ain’t no competition (Nah)
Everybody bitch (Bitch), slut her, then we switchin’ (Yeah)
Everybody lit (Lit)
Looking like a whole bunch of niggas selling bricks
This ‘bout real as it gets (Ha)

Verse 3: Black Youngsta
Everybody ‘round my looking like Franklin on Snowfall (Gang)
I sold plenty blocks, I put my racks off in the Goyard (Gang)
Don’t try to cop no work from me if you know I don’t know y’all (Pussy)
I got plenty opps, ain’t trusting shit, I’ll probably blow y’all (Baow)
Thumb through that paper ‘cause that’s the type of shit I’m used to (Frrt)
I’m tryna spin that pussy block ‘til I knock him out his Fubu (Skrrt, baow, baow, baow)
That’s the way I do you, when you turn bitch, I don’t salute you (Pussy nigga)
Once you play foul with your dog, I swear, I can’t recruit you (Heavy Camp)
Heavy Camp shit, we still steppin’ on shit, we still take ‘em down (Gang)
I ain’t tryna compete with no nigga unless we bustin’ rounds
Stand to myself, lot of these niggas fake, I don’t want them pussies around
I ain’t looking for loyalty in none of these niggas ‘cause he in lost and found

Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)
Outro: Yo Gotti
I got lawyers on retainer
Riding with that Drac’ like I ain’t famous
You riding with it too, shit, I don’t blame you
We too close to these streets, this shit dangerous

Yo Gotti – No Competition Letra
No Competition Letra

Yo Gotti – If I Ever Thought Lyrics, lETRA:
If I Ever Thought Lyrics

Intro
For real, for real
Can you imagine being me?
Just know you can’t, for real
No drugs, whole lot of money, whole lot of speculations
You couldn’t even imagine

Verse
Can I think out loud? Can I tell myself I’m proud?
You ever looked in the mirror and said you foul ‘cause you living wild?
Can I speak out loud?
Is anybody listening? It may take a while
May have a lot to say, you heard me?
But this ain’t therapy
This that ex-drug dealer hall of fame jersey
This that kept it gangster in every song
I might be living wrong
This that in the kitchen cooking bricks up in the zonе
This that spin the block and spin again until they gone
This that oncе you got up, you went put your niggas on
This that you can’t trust no bitch, so you can’t find love (At all)
This that fuck security, we take pistols in the club
This that he so quiet, they don’t know what he be thinkin’
Millions on my mind, if we ain’t gettin’ money, why we linkin’?
I don’t get high to just be high, if we ain’t celebratin’, why we drinkin’?
Big Gotti, I do big shit, I don’t know what you niggas thinkin’
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I cry when I’m alone
Most times I don’t answer my phone
I be talking to God like, “Am I wrong?”
I do whatever I gotta do to make it home (But snitch)
Don’t never think Gotti alone
I don’t move like that
Yeah, I’m mister no pressure, yeah, I’m smooth like that
Don’t be speaking ‘bout— we ain’t cool like that
So many times i done been doubted
You niggas should know that I’m ‘bout it
Gangster, but I ain’t that proud about it
Yeah, my visions on billions
My visions on building buildings
Making street niggas millions
I don’t gossip or do rumors, I don’t excercise feelings
You internet gangster-ass niggas, I ain’t feeling
I’m flawless, I ain’t never fold
All this pressure and i ain’t never told
Outro
Nigga
Big Gotti, big Memphis, you know what I’m saying?
Big CMG
Big— um
Big everything, nigga, to you little-ass niggas

Yo Gotti – If I Ever Thought Letra
If I Ever Thought Letra

Yo Gotti – Collect Calls (ring ring) Lyrics, lETRA:
Collect Calls (ring ring) Lyrics

Intro
Oh

Verse 1
Just got a call from the streets, they say we miss you bad
Just got a call from the streets, they say don’t go out bad
Just got a call, say watch what you say, you know they on your ass
Just got another twenty mil’, I’m ‘bout to blow it fast
I been selling legals, yeah, I can grow it fast
I’m talking exotic grass, you niggas smoking trash
You niggas know that I’ll crash ‘fore I ever go out sad
Catch me riding with two hundred fifty shots for your ass
Don’t ever mention me unless it’s big, big, big
Only God knows the shit I did, did, did
And ever dollar I make for my kids, kids, kids, yeah

Chorus
Ring, ring, two-way call
Damn, I miss Cece, I really miss my dawg
Ring, ring, three-way call
Got niggas on max, I can’t miss they call
Ring, ring, two-way call
Ring, ring, three-way call
Ring, ring, four-way call
When the streets on your line, you can’t miss that call
Verse 2
Maybe you niggas forgot who I am and maybe you need a reminder
Lil Gotti from the
? apartments, been thugging since a minor
Still gotta take niggas back on my journеy
Niggas study me but didn’t learn me
Niggas crossеd me, tried to burn me
Bitch betrayed me but didn’t hurt me
Lil’ pussy ass nigga playing games, that shit irk me
I saw a real nigga make a statement, that shit hurt me
I’m from the 901, I’m from the 901, you know what that mean
Ain’t no fuck shit in my blood, and ain’t no no fuck nigga on my team
Ever nigga in my city with it
Every nigga signed with me got millions
Love my niggas, I’d give ‘em my kidney
One in the head, I keep it with me
I’d be on a Zoom or conference call than a collect call
I’d be talking to the head of a label than a jail call, nigga

Chorus
Ring, ring, two-way call
Damn, I miss Cece, I really miss my dawg
Ring, ring, three-way call
Got niggas on max, I can’t miss they call
Ring, ring, two-way call
Ring, ring, three-way call
Ring, ring, four-way call
When the streets on your line, you can’t miss that call
Outro
Hello
This is a prepaid debit call from ****
To accept this call, press 0
To refuse this call, hang up or press 1
To prevent calls from this facility, press 9

Yo Gotti – Collect Calls (ring ring) Letra
Collect Calls (ring ring) Letra

Yo Gotti – Dolla Fo Dolla Lyrics, lETRA:
Dolla Fo Dolla Lyrics

Intro: Yo Gotti
Yeah nigga, it’s whatever
Yeah bitch, it’s whatever
Yeah, I am

Verse: Yo Gotti & 10Percent
I’ll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down (Never)
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain’t never let a nigga down (Yeah)
I just went up the sco, I got ten different hoes
They swear they go with a nigga
I’m a superstar, we duck off on the low
She know not to take no pictures
Blog put a nigga business out
Knock ‘em down, now switch ‘em out
I got opps I don’t know about
Stand on business, we don’t talk about it (Shh)
I got I tеn bad bitches in mansion, dancin’
It look like it Soul Train
I’m on the airplanе
Pourin’ up purple, it look like the soul plane
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana’s
I’ll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy’s
‘Fore they drop (Yeah), call ‘em Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it’s like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti he be runnin’ ‘round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no fuck niggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ niggas
Niggas say they slidin’, nobody dyin’ though (Oh)
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I’m scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
I’m on some rocker shit
She was basic, I made her a model bitch
Lenny Kravitz, I pull up, start rockin’ shit
She athletic, she built like a soccer bitch
4 5 but that 9 got a softer kick
Don’t slip ‘cause I drip when I’m walkin’, bitch
I be rollin’ that jay with some bosses, shit
Rondo, got 9 on my hip
Like Steph put thirty in the clip, I’m equipt
Lay a nigga flat on the floor like a quilt
I just ran off on the plug like a bill
I’m at the top like I’m King of the Hill
She freaky, she poppin’ that pussy like pill
I’m tryna fuck, I’m just keepin’ it real
That pussy be bald and wet like a seal
Since Corona that young nigga ill
Get turned to a donor, you play with my bills
I’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
I’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
Just ballin’ to DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it (Tanked it)
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it (Uhh)
Just showed her my account and she fainted (On God)
Showed him the plug and he thanked me (You welcome)
“Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie”
Lil’ bitch just posted me, brainless (Dumbass)
Rolls Royce stainless (Steel)
Made my neighborhood famous (For real)
Rich catch for tourists (For tourists)
Ayy, why yo’ jewelry blury?
All my jewelry flawless, all my niggas stallers
None of my niggas sanctify, they be throwin’ cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil’ savage, I stamped that
My bitch like the sunset, yeah
Chorus: Yo Gotti
I see the same niggas doin’ the same shit every day (Shit every day)
Different nigga, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Go and make a way)
Any day, it’s another million-dollar plate
It’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way

Yo Gotti – Dolla Fo Dolla Letra
Dolla Fo Dolla Letra

Yo Gotti – Giving Back Lyrics, lETRA:
Giving Back Lyrics

Intro
I just want to make you my own
I just want to make you my own
Yeah, I forever love my city

Verse 1
House on the riverside, riding down Poplar
Niggas ain’t seeing us ‘less they got binoculars
I just left
? went to
?, I’m still popping out
“Gotti left the city,” I’m like what the fuck you talking ‘bout?
Gotti in the city lowkey still popping out
Bulletproof and AR, and nigga, I’ll walk you down
Got her drinking Ace of Spades, never drink
?
All my niggas talk me up and they’ll never talk me down
Love for the Northside, yeah, I’m sitting courtside
They met with us four times, I don’t need no allies
CMG the mafia and we do not franchisе
We are not into saving you hoes, go gеt baptized
We don’t do the back and forth, you niggas already know it
I prolly done robbed your brother, I prolly done shot your boys
I flew out your baby mama
I was in her DM, I don’t got her number
Coldhearted nigga but I sponsor the hot girl summer

Interlude
I just want to make you my own
See, that’s what I told her, even though I was lying to her
I just want to make you my own
You know
? ain’t a thing
Verse 2
I know I’m a rich nigga, bitches wanna charge me
I’ma play the game whether this shit make my heart beat
They like, “You a gentleman, didn’t know you was so sweet”
I just might send the bitch flowers for like six weeks
You know how we play, put her on a PJ
She never flew private
She doing shit with me in public she wouldn’t even do private
I got her wide open, she don’t need no hand to hide out
Let’s go have a foursome, she said she ain’t never tried it
I’ma post her booty, she be doing lashes
Head like she got no teeth, she should teach classes
Like me ‘cause I’m so street, nah, I ain’t cashing out
She know I ain’t no sucker and I’ma fuck her ‘til she passing out
She got a real one she be bragging out
You bought her a bag, she don’t respect you, I call that crashing out
Took a lil’ bitch out the city, called it giving back
A Memphis bitch in Calabasas, she don’t know how to act

Outro
I just want to make you my own
See, that’s what I told her, even though I was lying to her
I just want to make you my own
You know
? ain’t a thing

Yo Gotti – Giving Back Letra
Giving Back Letra

Yo Gotti – Ima Show You Lyrics, lETRA:
Ima Show You Lyrics

Intro: Kodak
Yeah nigga, just talk for one man on the hook
Bitch you gotta welcome me home
Real gleeful, real seaful shit
It’s a glizzy at yo’ ass, man

Chorus: Kodak Black
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
And I traded in the Benz for a new Bently
I need two hundred bands nigga, all twenty
I’ma show you how to geek in the booth
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me to
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I’ma show you how to creep on boo

Verse 1: Yo Gotti
Let me show you how to turn your sad face to a smile
Let me show you how a real nigga really hold you down
Got to move to the next, ‘cause you ex was a fuck nigga
I don’t got to tell you, baby girl you know what’s up with him
I can buy you rolls, nah, I buy you a Rolls Royce
I am not a trick but I feel you deserve one
I’m Big Gotti, I ain’t fuckin’ with you lil’ bitches
I’m Big Gotti, I got nigga in the penitentiary
I send them kites and I write ‘em
I was there when they indict ‘em
Even ‘fore he wanted to fight ‘em
That’s my nigga, I’m just like him
Welcome home, celebrations
Here’s a
?, here’s a
?
You stood on the situation
‘Cause we both knew what we was facin’
Chorus: Kodak Black & Yo Gotti
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
And I traded in the Benz for a new Bently (Skrrt)
I need two hundred bands nigga, all twenty (All twenty)
I’ma show you how to geek in the booth (In the booth)
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe (In the coupe)
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me to
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby (How to do it)
I’ma show you how to creep on your boo (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Verse 2: Yo Gotti
I just traded in the ‘Presi for the Richard
I just text my ex bitch, “I still love you but I won’t miss you” (Bitch I’m older)
Got a normal street nigga, if I kiss you, you the one
They say I’m trippin’
Fifty-million dollar nigga totin’ guns
I got mental issues
Yeah, I thought the street shit was fun (Crazy)
R.I.P to MO3 and R.I.P to Von (God bless)
I ain’t rapped in six months, but I didn’t touch a pack
I just bought a condo in Miami, shoutout to Ye
It’s the Rolls, it’s the Lamborghini doors, for me
Your bitch spoiled, she ain’t loyal, and it shows, to me
It just holds, to me
Boy, I’m trappin’ out Dior, it ain’t the clothes for me (It’s the paper)
Chorus: Kodak Black
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
And I traded in the Benz for a new Bently
I need two hundred bands nigga, all twenty
I’ma show you how to geek in the booth
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me to
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I’ma show you how to creep on boo

Yo Gotti – Ima Show You Letra
Ima Show You Letra

Yo Gotti – Shoot Off Pt. 4 Lyrics, lETRA:
Shoot Off Pt. 4 Lyrics

Intro: Yo Gotti & Leo Goff
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah
(DJ Meech, lil’ bitch)
Ayy, Leo, don’t stop me, this off top part four
Alright, alright, we got it like ninety bars

Verse: Yo Gotti & Leo Goff
Ayy, used to be the fed, now the paparazzi snapping
Ayy, everybody smoking on somebody, boy, quit capping
Somebody tell Tay Keith he a fool, this bitch slapping
Left my last bitch, what happened?
Shoutout my last bitch, what’s happening?
Real nigga, never been the one to pillow talk, I never seen a pillow
Bitch told me Richard Mille or bye-bye, I’ma miss her
FN hold baby missiles, it go through your bone gristle
High security, still tote thе pistol
I don’t rely on nan’ nigga
Let’s have somе fun with this shit
I’ma slow down the flow (Okay)
You know this CM10, this “Shoot Off” number four (“Shoot Off” number four)
You see that Phantom and that Cullinan and that Wraith and the Ghost
I fuck your bitch on a plane, double back for the throat
I’m investing in crypto
I be texting in street code
Got more watches than jewelers
Want my bitches in plurals
That’s more than one a time
If she ain’t with it, it’s fine
She know I’m busy as fuck, that’s my favorite line
When the beat breakdown, make me feel like I’m breaking down them pounds
And my sister
? in the kitchen with that newspaper on the ground (Keep going)
When them bricks came in, me and Nero had ziplocs in them ziplocs
Standing over that stove, making that pot go do the beatbox (Go, go)
Joe Biden with the big rocks, fifty pointers in the Rollie
Trackhawk and a Redeye, none of my shit stolen
Shirt off in that XL, might go luxury, uh-huh
Know I keep it on me so don’t fuck with me, uh-huh
I used to ride a four and now I’m in the Forbes
I used to step on woodgrain now it’s marble floors
I miss the Honda Accord, used to have a bitch in it with the bricks in it
Rental trucks tinted with the sticks in it, yeah, I been spinning (Twenty-four left)
Yeah, I been winning, big Gotti big getting it
No feelings, drug dealing, turned that shit to a business
Solo on all my mission, want no witness or codefendants
Never put no hoes in the business
No cap, no kidding, I take this shit to the graveyard
I got a million in that Goyard
I made a half a million out my room, oh yeah, our trap booming
I’m eating noodles serving consumers
Locked in with the streets, never move off rumors
Facts only
This that Cocaine Muzik, yeah, I’m right back on it (Almost there)
Gave my nigga a hundred K, turned his back on me
Ain’t no love in these streets, ain’t no loyalty
How opps beefing with me but they avoiding me
(Alright, just make sure I get my credit)

Yo Gotti – Shoot Off Pt. 4 Letra
Shoot Off Pt. 4 Letra