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Yo Gotti

Mario Mims (born May 19, 1981), better known by his stage name Yo Gotti, is a southern rapper from the northern side of Memphis, Tennessee who was previously known as Lil Yo. more »

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(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)

Trap be still doin' numbers
Big Gotti still got runners
Twenty years straight no fumbles
Wildlife, nigga, from the jungle
Nigga too small to be cocky (lil' nigga)
And, I'm too big to be humble

Yeah, I was okay, rich sellin' thunder
Too much, can't tuck it I'm punchin' (on go)
I ain't get no game from my uncles (uh-uh)
So, I ain't show 'em no love on the numbers 
F*ck 'em, shit, they hated my pops
Fake like it's love 'cause I'm up, but it's not
First in the city put switch on a glock
First nigga paid five figures a drop
Keep a good grip when you hittin', it's hot
Put one up top and then hop out the car with that-

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When the twin flames jump at that car (frrt)
I'll make a nigga call for Allah (on God)
I'm a trap nigga, babe, I'm a star (I am) 
When I say go bar for bar (sticks)
See, that's a hundred thousand Xanax bars (bars) 
Now, I could buy it on a Amex card (swipe)
Ain't no receipt on a pack, nigga (pack)
Ain't no brin'in' this shit back, nigga (back)
F*ck around and get fat, nigga (fat)

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I got these sticks in the rental
This bitch in the car and she too sentimental
I got my dawg in my car, and he f*ck with the opps, he playin' the middle
Oh, he thinkin' he slime, I'm three steps ahead, he don't even know it
I told him, "I need some gas," I get out, then pump it, they pull up, and blow it (frrah) 
I was chillin' in Turks, my nigga on Percs, he talkin' 'bout killin' (killin')
I'm tryna exit up the streets, this shit gotta ceilin', I'm thinkin' 'bout billions ('bout billions)
I just talked to Drew Findling, they finna free doggy you don't know the feelin'
Yeah, you don't know the feelin', they lock up ya partner, y'all runnin' up millions (damn)
Yeah, I just jumped off the island, I'm back on a tour
Jump off the tour, and I'm back in the trap
Jump out the trap, and go up to the office
Put down the strap, go through some offers
Pick up my strap, and I'm back at the door (yeah)
Phone on private, ain't droppin' my lo' (my lo')
Callin' the label, they late on our paper
We treatin' this shit like we still sellin' dope
Brand new Ferrari, I ordered it (skrrt) 
Asian masseuse, imported it ('ported it)
I'm on the side, my niggas on, so, it they get on yo' ass, I'm supportin' it
I'm too big for the bullshit, I already know it (I know it) 
I know better, but, I ignore it
I'm not a rapper I'm a poet
(What am I?) Street nigga, drug lord (Gotti)

Let the beat breathe
Ayy, let the beat breathe on these pussies
Just vibe out, flex, know what I'm sayin'?
First 100K, I remember (frrt)
First seven figures, I remember (frrt)
First AK, I remember (fah)
It was a cold day in December 
First nigga felt that- (uh), first nigga felt this fire
First nigga-
First niggas y'all let die (pussies)

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