1.I'ma Stay Real Til It's Over
Get yo money my nigga don't change up and stay a real Nigga
foeva＊
Till it's over
Niggaz fu#k a couple Bit#$＊s get a couple chains
Go buy a couple cars when dey think they ain't da same
You got da whole world fooled homie you should be ashamed
Speak like a gangster but he so lame
Front me show me bricks and I'll take em'
North Memphis raised jus as gutta as they make em'
Live from da kitchen I'm jus doing my thang Free hip hop keep yo
head up wayne
Cocaine musik Nigga what da fuck you thought it was set da
record straight cause I don't know
What dez Niggaz thought it was
Pu$$y azz Niggaz threw water on da stage But I don't need
sucurity cause we all got K's
TTTTTT Dat's a murda case Beep den da bud got made say da crowd
ain't jumpin' if da king
Don't come Car show king Missin' out aisle 1
I know way to many Haters hear right now that I Didn't know last
year
Who da Fu#k are ya'll
I swear I misplaced a last hunneth stacks can't remember what I
bpugth but it's hard to keep coutin
It all
Wat am I Doin
What Am I Doin
OH Yeah dat's right I'm doin me I'm Stayin G
I'm Livin' Life right now mane
And I'm a stay real till it's over it's over Till it's far from
ova
Choppa's on deck
Eeebody Shootin' yung wild Niggaz dat's all I'm recruiting
Whip game stupid Bit#h game stupider
Out of space swag like da boy come from Jupiter
Niggaz ain't real or neither eatin
Fresh off my bus from a life grand weekend
Live from tha kitchen
Beef on da dishis
Put cheese on top of that bet That'll Have yo azz missin'
You can't dodge bullet's if a nigga ain't shootin' cause if a
nigga ain't
Shootin' And if we Beefin' what you doin
Dis dat coscol gangsta shyt blog site internet
Counterfiet thugs I'm like where tha fuck They deal em' at
Goon's on sale walmart aisle three
Cap gun nigga Watch me hit em' with a hundred peace
Picture me a hundred Deep
Real Niggaz
Real Bitches
Real Killers
Real Goons
Dey fuck with me
2.Sold Out
I'm Yo Gotti!
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b＊tch is sold out (4x)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This b＊tch is sold out (4x)
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherf＊cker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni＊gas throwing gang signs, b＊tches in a frenzy.
Lined up outside they said this motherf＊cker sold out,
Word on the count they said that motherf＊cker showed out.
He aint had the platinum on, but girl he broke the gold out
DJ played that gangsta sh＊t, the waitress brought the rolls out.
Dope boy fresh, yeah they brought some 24's out
Them hatas stayed at home, but I bet I brought their ho＊s out.
HAHAHA yeah I said I brought their ho＊s out
Before I leave their city man, I'm burning up their ho＊s mouths.
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b＊tch is sold out (4x)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This b＊tch is sold out (4x)
50 dollar hat, hundred on the chain
Thousand dollar jeans, I come to do my thing.
50 on the wanch, twanky on the ring,
Bass hitting hard, club off the chain.
Fire marshall tripping, they want to shut us down
Laws raid the club, they try to shake us down.
Helicopter high, we ain't coming down
You ain't smokin these, this sh＊t from out of town.
Goons on stage, security in the crowd
B＊tches pull my shirt, plus they want my towels.
They say you cool as hell, and you ain't hollywood
I say I'm real as hell, because I come from the hood.
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b＊tch is sold out (4x)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This b＊tch is sold out (4x)
Wanna book a show, tell me when and where
A half a brick - could be a dro, I'll meet you there.
Hotel exclusive, ni＊gas be playing games
With all that monkey sh＊t, I'm knocking out your brains.
I'm a hood ni＊ga, dog I know the game
Ni＊ga want my watch, ni＊ga want my chain.
Catch me in your city, walkin through the mall
And I ain't in your city, if I ain't strapped dog.
I'm a bad b＊tch, I picked through them all
But I ain't f＊cking nothing, if I ain't strapped dog.
Ni＊ga started fighting, f＊cked up the night
Yeah it's been a ball, but I gotta catch a flight.
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This b＊tch is sold out (x4)
We do it for the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This b＊tch is sold out (x4)
3.Pure Cocaine
(feat. Young Cash ＆ Gucci Mane)
Chorus
pure cocaine, pure cocaine x2
all i ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine
young cash
yeah, i never thought i would be ridin dirty on i-10 just reup
and flip again,
rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance
speed limit 65 so im goin 62,
both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do
crackers pull me over they aint got shit gotta let me dip,
purple haze is all i smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip
usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full,
not today on i-10 its nothing but me and redbull
collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man,
bible on the passenger side yeah i'm a christian man
yeah i pray to god let me get these bricks back lord,
please dont let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda
accord.
shit i'm wide awake, i aint sleepy so i aint gon swerve
told you i like to trap it when it rain i call em thunderbirds
im the only one touch the work so i know its all good,
cause i don't move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but
chorus x2
yo gotti
remember me coca`ina you like my best friend,
when i was down and fucked up you got my ass in
far as i remember my nigga my life is full of pain,
i posted up in the snow i stood out in the rain
i laid that white on the table i watch em catch a drain,
i knew right then right there that i would never live the same
im like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me,
i got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me
but you cant break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole
(whole),
its a drought on real niggas you already know
im that ether nigga that fish scale,
you that oil base homie you don't cook well
im yo gotti the king and i got that young cash,
new money in a muthafuckin dufflebag
all hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag,
young money bitch i keep a couple hundred stashed
chorus x2
gucci mane
coca'ina heavily cooking dope excessively,
heavy risk activity my god given ability
hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to ？？？,
shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off wit bricks
gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at,
heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday
shawty want some hardball baby want some powder,
im so high i see stone mountain
gucci got da birds i aint talkin bout da falcons,
gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon
hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum,
roll it to the country then them country boys i tax them
gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster,
make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma
coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane,
80 in the air man bricks over here mane
chorus x2
4.5 Star
(＊Prod. by by Hot Rod)
If ya credit score high
And ya nails stay fly
If ya juice box wet
And ya head sumin fly
Dats a 5 star bitch
I wanna 5 star bitch
I need a 5 star bitch
I wanna 5 star bitch
I am top notch nigga
I do grade A shit
I'm a keep it 100
I wanna 5 star bitch
Talkin mouth game serious and can ride dat dick
Shawty walk like she talk like she kno dat she da shit
You dnt live witcha momma plus u moved up out da hood
Couple years on ya own and ya still doin good
You ain't fightin in da club u ain't on dat stupid shit
You ain't worried he got money you ain't on dat groupie shit
But still money make ya cum
Gotcha swagg game together
Gucci dis louie dat u gotcha bag game together
Gotta mean pump game and a sick shoe fetish
Say you left ya last nigga cause his ass was too petty
If ya baby daddy left ya
Raised ya kids on ya own
And you need a real nigga put my numba in ya phone
If you never left da city
Neva been up outta MEMPHIS
I can be dat thug genie
Give ya three lil wishes
She a stone cold freak
She can get a nigga right
She can cook she can clean
Know how to treat a nigga right
Dats a 5 star bitch
Red bone so thick
Long hair don't care
Dereon outfit
Go to church every sunday
She a teacher at da school
Ya did it big last night
I had her drunker than a fool
Say she had to call in she could'nteven go to work
Told her come and let me put a couple hundreds in her purse
You went to school to be a nurse
She's a AKA
Shawty fresh up out da hood but went to TENNESSEE STATE
And friend jus as fine swere to god I ain't lyin
She a DELTA she be throwin dat dynasty sign I
Pay for both of they tuition
Pay for both of they beautician
Coogi dis
Bb dat
And she luv tru religion
Dats a 5 star chick cause her future so bright
She gotta a cool sense of humor
And her attitude right
She go to real estate school
She do hair on da side
Went to school to practice law
I need her on my side
Dats a 5 star chick you a fool not to keep her
I'm a show u what to do if I eva get to meet her
5.Women Lie, Men Lie
Lyricist：Dwayne Carter, Mario Mimms, B Young
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Hey, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me
I be sippin' on Patron, when I'm jumpin' out Ferrari's
I be rocking Gucci, sometimes Louis, I'm retarded
And I'm real fine, shawty, with the shades by Bacaray
Hand on my scrop, I got my mind on my money
'Cause if my mind on dine, he ain't taking nothing from me
Headed on these choppers too, headed on these choppers too
Headed on the hood and around 'cause this how much the choppers
shop
Ballin' is my hobby, damn, homie goin' shoppin'
Got a 5 star with me and a milli in the lobby
Took her to the room, she hit me with that line
She ain't that type of girl so I told her stop lying
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Young money, yeah, okay
I ain't gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die
The numbers don't lie, G5 over sky
I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried
I'm tired of being sick and I'm sick of being tired
Tired of these niggas and tired of these bitches
Shit, let 'em lie as long as they ain't snitching
Ha, ha, and men lie about women
And shit, women lie about plenty
Huh, they lying on me
I'm in the bed with 2 fine bitches lying on me
So that would make 3 and numbers don't lie
And money don't lie and neither do I, bitch
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
I'm trying to count to a billion, my bitch Brazilian
Hop in that Lam, push the button, lose the ceiling
Sun out, no raindrops, posting the same spot
Right here in North, North Memphis's where I came from
Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had shit
The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check
Ain't no secret in the streets, niggas know I gotten it
Got swagger through the roof, I was born with just to fit
Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank
In my 10 till 6, where my 305 paint
I got my 357 and my 501s
And a Lear 55 with my Air Force Ones, no lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Say what you want, but the numbers don't lie
6.Look In Da Mirror Remix
Lyricist：Mario Giden, Dwayne Richardson, Demetrius Stewart
Six in the mornin' I'ma call Wale
Tell J. Cole to meet us down in the A
And bring Wiz Khalifa 'cause the green look pure
We some real niggas, we just lookin' in the mirror
I'm on fire, whole hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Ice super clear, you lookin' in the mirror
Who you heard see, when you look in the mirror
If you a real nigga you lookin' in the mirror
D.C. all up in this bitch, 'bout time I got my respect
And now these hoes are on my line like Sally Mae on college deck
Gotti here I'm in this shit, hey J. Cole come here this shit
I bet you hear that white music but I don't mean top 40 hits
Talk to the mirror and I don't need a cure
And when I'm done with this muthafucker
It'll need a urn shoppin' I'll be in Paris
You plottin', don't even worry
You walk in my closet your favorite style is some beaten birds
You out where？ We don't ever see ya
My niggas out here they spot me like Chippy D.
And I'm probably smokin' reefer till I got that emphysema
How else can I emphasise I'll only let the mirror see ya
It go microphone check, one, two, yola
Two chains, two guns, he bipolar
Two baby mama's, three kids, two Rovers
That's too many problems, too late to think over
The cars off the showroom, clothes off the mannequin
Hoes off the centerfold, I be going ham at ten
One bitch from Howard, another bitch from Grambling
College girl goin' wild and Gotti be the camera man
Bird talk feather man, Louis jacket, leatherman
Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
Man in the mirror if I can't get my shot again
My bitch like a Coke bottle, yo' bitch like a Pepsi can
I'm on fire, whole hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Ice super clear, you lookin' in the mirror
Who you heard see, when you look in the mirror？
If you a real nigga you lookin' in the mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall, bitch I was born to ball
While y'all took the summer off, my money did a somersault
Backflips, cartwheels, Carolina Tar Heel
Ain't no nigga touchin' my style it got a forcefield
Magneto, blew up like a torpedo
The view from my condo be makin' hoes say neato
Game strong like the arm on Marino
I stack Cheetos and Doritos like casinos
Fresh to death like I'm buried in a tuxedo
At times I look in the mirror to boost my fuckin' ego
I say it's yo' world, Cole World to be exact
With a flow that's so thorough
No sir, you can't reenact, nigga
Hundred fifty on my chain, ballin' but it's not a game
High that's why they call us planes
All the bitches know my name
I take 'em home fuck her, get high and never call again
And my niggas all the same, now that's what you call a game
Hundred thousand dollars and that's on champagne
Bitches choose and they excuses my new car's to blame
Wanna dump her nigga, fuck a nigga, with a lot of fame
Don't want nothing from a nigga he all kinds of lame
Try doin' what I'm doin' but it's out of range
Niggas takin' shots, don't know how to aim
Don't know 'bout you but I see a real nigga
When I'm lookin' in the mirror with some diamonds in my ear
Motherfucker
I'm on fire, whole hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Ice super clear, you lookin' in the mirror
Who you heard see, when you look in the mirror？
If you a real nigga you lookin' in the mirror
7.Dope Boy Life
Man I promise this that dope boy life＊
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga wife.
(Aight)
This that dope boy shit,
(Boy Shit)
Man I'm tryin' to hit a dope boy lick.
(Boy Lick)
I been lookin' for a dope boy bitch,
(Boy Bitch)
So I can hit her wit that dope boy dick.
(Boy Dick)
I been posted in them dope boy houses,
(Boy Houses)
I been tryin' to stack them dope boy thousands.
(Boy Thousands)
Six-figure nigga still in the projects,
(Dope)
Wit them chickens in my baby momma duplex.
(Dope)
She won't keep her stupid ass out the night club,
(Bitch)
I beat her ass she right back the next night cuz.
(Bitch)
People keep on sayin' imma go to Jail,
(Go to Jail)
For real？
(For Real？!)
Oh well..
(Oh Well)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Dope boy life, fuck wit it
Big motor, big rims, loud pipes,
(Yup)
Lil' nigga, fresh to death, big ice.
(Yo Gotti)
Niggas say they smokin kush, they ain't smokin' regular,
(For Real？)
It's a drought so I whip it, I ain't sellin' regular.
(For Real..)
Cause I can take a quarter thing,
Whip it right,
Get a extra half a quarter,
And drop the price.
That's that dope boy shit if you ain't never heard,
How to get a half a chicken off of every bird.
Nigga that's my word,
(Nigga That's My Word)
you got the nerves,
(Got The Nerves)
Work wit them people,
(What)
Go tell on your people.
(What？!)
Nigga you's a bitch,
(Bitch)
Nigga you's a snitch,
(Snitch)
I just might catch you slippin',
I might just bust your shit.
You rap niggas,
(Rap Niggas)
Keep rappin' bout it, (Uhh)
But I was in the North, straight up sellin' dope up out it.
(Yup)
My brother home,
(Yup)
My money long,
(Yea)
My plug on the way and imma be gone.
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I'm just tryin' to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin' bottles tryin' to fuck a nigga's wife.
(Aight)
Bitch told, me, alright,
All she listens to is Yo Gotti and Gangsta Grillz,
She said that's all the dope boys rock to.
She asked me if I could introduce her to Yo Gotti,
And could she get Gangsta Grillz.
(HaHaHa)
I said which one you wanna do first,
We can make that happen.
8.White World
(White.. White.. White.. White.. White.. White..)
(Okay, See I just bought a White Bulldog,
All-White Fish, Ha..White Dishes)
White Cutlass, White Lamb,
White Truck, White Porsche,
I live on the Golf Course,
I be wit them White Boys.
(I'm Yo Gotti!)
White Couch in my White House,
Off of White Gurl,
All I know is White Dawg,
I live in a White World.
White Cutlass, White Lamb,
White Truck, White Porsche,
I live on the Golf Course,
I be wit them White Boys.
White Couch in my White House,
Off of White Gurl,
All I know is White Dawg,
I live in a White World.
(I'm Yo Gotti)
All I want for Christmas
Is a package and my pistol,
If it is a Black Santa
Won't you free some of my Niggas.
Everytime I made a sale,
I made sure I used the scale,
If I ever got some money,
Imma give these niggas hell.
Vanilla-Colored Leather,
It looked perfect with the wood,
Park the Cutlass at the office,
Park my Lambo in the hood.
Gave the Lexus to the Goons,
Gave the Truck to Baby Momma,
Then took it from that Bitch
Cause she was actin' like I ain't want her.
Now she pissed off mad at me,
But I don't give a damn.
A bitch gon' do what bitches do,
So she be goin' ham.
(Ha!)
My favorite color white,
You know I'm cocaine down from head to toe.
I bought so much white shit,
Think I'm 'bout to cop some more.
(Gotti!)
White Cutlass, White Lamb,
White Truck, White Porsche,
(Ha)
I live on the Golf Course,
I be wit them White Boys.
(For Real Nigga)
White Couch in my White House,
Off of White Gurl,
(Ha)
All I kno is White Dawg,
I live in a White World.
(Chea!)
White Cutlass, White Lamb,
White Truck, White Porsche,
(Four-Door Porsche Nigga)
I live on the Golf Course,
I be wit them White Boys.
(Ha!)
White Couch in my White House,
(Special Order Shit)
Off of White Gurl,
All I know is White Dawg,
(Chea)
I live in a White World.
(I'm Yo Gotti!)
White my favorite color,
You can ask my Big Brother,
He said I'm goin' cocaine crazy,
But I do it for the struggle.
I do it for the Hustlas'
And I do it for the Trappas'
Like I do it for the Gangstas'
But I don't do it for no Rappas'.
I do it for the City,
Ain't shit that you can tell me.
Don't compare me to no Artist,
You camparin' me to Elvis.
A Chopper in my trunk,
I got a .40 by my pelvis.
And I want all the money
So I guess I'm kinda selfish.
Bitch ？ from Alabama／Atlanta ？
She stay in Carolina,
She said the world's mine,
Like Tony Montana.
You workin' for the Feds,
I can see your antenna,
？
White Cutlass, White Lamb,
White Truck, White Porsche,
I live on the Golf Course,
(Hey Lil' Pussy)
I be wit them White Boys.
White Couch in my White House,
(Nigga, Everything I Talk About Is Real Nigga)
Off of White Gurl,
All I know is White Dawg,
(What I got)
I live in a White World.
White Cutlass, White Lamb,
White Truck, White Porsche,
(What.. What.. Ha..)
I live on the Golf Course,
(You See That Shit Nigga)
I be wit them White Boys.
White Couch in my White House,
(You Know What I'm Talkin' 'Bout)
Off of White Gurl,
All I know is White Dawg,
I live in a White World.
You know what the fuck goin' on nigga,
Yo Gotti, Mr. One Time,
You know what I'm sayin'.
Cutlass like '90, or '80 somethin', '88-'89,
Rachs in this Bitch nigga.
You know the Lamb 252, like 250,
Hate to be exact,
Some shit like that,
You know what I mean.
Porsche like 135,
2010..
Oh yea nigga,
？ I could do ？ January 1st in that Bitch,
You know what I'm sayin',
I'll truck race that Bitch,
$450,000 shit,
It ain't nuthin'.
White Cutlass, White Lam,
White Truck, White Porshe,
(But Everything White, Pussy)
I live on the Golf Course,
I be wit them White Boys.
White Couch in my White House,
Off of White Gurl,
All I know is White Dawg,
I live in a White World.
Nigga, My Mothafuckin' Livin' Room Set Cost More Than You Niggas
Got
White Cutlass, White Lam,
White Truck, White Porshe,
I live on the Golf Course,
I be wit them White Boys.
Talkin' All That Money Shit,
White Couch in my White House,
off of White Gurl,
Broke-Ass Niggas!
All I know is White Dawg,
I live in a White World.
That's some real shit,
Imma fly your Bitch outta town nigga,
Take her on to Miami or somethin' nigga,
Make the Bitch's dream come true, pussy.
Yea, fuck up your household nigga.
9.Look In The Mirror
Lyricist：Mario Giden, Dwayne Richardson, Demetrius Stewart
I'm on fire, whole 'hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look
in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Mirror like a chandelier, look in the mirror, mirror
Ice super clear, clear, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
Who you here to see when you look in the mirror
If you a real nigga, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
I'm on fire, whole 'hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, Ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look
in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror
6 in the mornin' my alarm goes off
Dope come out the pot, then stove goes off
Knock, knock on the door I'm standin' ho on soft
Nigga try to rob me get his nose blowed off
Am I a real nigga？ Point-blank peer
If you a pussy-nigga, you need pants for your peer
Damn right I'm gettin' money, half a million on the chair
It's goin' next in me if you don't think a nigga ser'
My whole house glass, look in that reflection
I'm cocaine crazy, got a all white section
All my niggas Mafia, I never even heard a ya
Quarter brick, half a brick, my young niggas will murder ya,
murder ya
I'm on fire, whole 'hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look
in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Mirror like a chandelier, look in the mirror, mirror
Ice super clear, clear, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
Who you here to see when you look in the mirror
If you a real nigga, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
Wake up in the morning and I wash my face
Brush my teeth and put my gun on my waist
Louis belt： check, Louis shoes： check
Car on my wrist and a house on my neck
Last I remember I was standin' on Garland
Barin' kin for the hundred, I done reach Crescent Projects
Drop B-team material on 106th and Park
And no mistake, Gucci dead fresh on the regardless
I represent the Dope Boyz, I can't say it any clearer
You lookin' at me when you lookin' in the mirror
I motivate the trap, give the 'hood niggas hope
'Cause I became a millionaire and now I'm sellin' dope
I'm on fire, whole 'hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look
in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Mirror like a chandelier, look in the mirror, mirror
Ice super clear, clear, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
Who you here to see when you look in the mirror
If you a real nigga, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
Pulled a nine from the kitchen, it's the Pyrex King
Straight from Northern Memphis to your T.V. screen
Couple foreign cars, all white everything
Keep a cool hundred grand in my Levi jeans
White and red colors, same color as a Smirnoff
One ticket, two ticket, I could take a year off
Got my money up, think I'm movin' where the beach is
Most dollar 'hood and famous, where the fuck is Robin Leach at？
I'm on fire, whole 'hood blazin'
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin'
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look
in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Mirror like a chandelier, look in the mirror, mirror
Ice super clear, clear, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
Who you here to see when you look in the mirror
If you a real nigga, you lookin' in the mirror, mirror
10.Hustling All My Life
I been hustlin' all my life＊
All I know is sell white, (live from the kitchen)
Know is sell white, All I know is sell white. (Yo Gotti!)
Young Blood on the green but I'd rather sell white, (that
residue)
Rather sell white, (that extra shit) I'd just rather sell white
nigga. (that extra rich)
But I ratha sell white, ratha sell white, ratha sell white (I'm
a dopeboy for life nigga!)
Young Blood on the green but I'd rather sell white,
Man I'll never change my life cuase I ratha sell white!
I know I'm gettin checks, but I rather see it cash.
Pussy ass niggas out here workin for the task.
And I'm just int he kitchen, like I'm workin with my last,
Sweatin bullets over the stove, I'm just tryin to bring it back!
Put my city on the TV, call it 48 hours.
Them fuck niggas be snitchin but we murdered the cowards,
And we just in the hood selling crack, weed, and powder,
Every minute, every second, every motha fuckin hour!
Dis my life, dis my story, feel my motha fuckin pain.
You can rap about that work, me an you are not the same.
Put my life into a pot, little rotation from my wrist and you
get dis,
My residue, that extra shit.
My mexican just brought me 30 bricks in the Hyundai!
Do I look like I got time to check on motha fuckin Myspace？
And I be Gucci down, head to toe on a Sunday!
Just like a fuckin model like I stepped off the runway.
Put on for my city like I'm Jeezy or Kanye!
Hundred-round choppers so you better not come my way.
Me tool feel like them niggas who owe me checks.
Big pistol down to die about my respect. CHEA!
Ain't no pimp, got a hoe outside.
You lookin at 5 50, look like snow outside.
WHITE ER'THING! My favorite color!
Cocaina Paint, represent the struggle!
We mafia! Stay ont he grind. Selling white shit that hipnotize
minds.
Rich park, they ball hard.
MJ's on my feet, comin out hard.
Momma worried, just prayin to God,
That youngest son that live behind bars (NA!)
Stop the beat, where da Menphis Dro？
Fire it up! Dis my Southern Smoke!
11.I Got Dat Sack
Bitch I'm Sacked up
Bitch I'm Racked up
Bitch I'm Stacked up
I Rock Gucci, Louis, Prada
Niggas know I shop at Saks
Yellow bone super fine,
Know I'm hittin' that from the back
If you see me in the club
Niggas know I got that strap
Security tried to search a nigga
But we come in through the back
See the sparklers in the air？
You know them bottles on the way
CMG takin over mane
That's all the DJ play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
Gripping on her ass, niggas say I'm disrespectful
I pulled up in that lamb, niggas say I disrepected 'em
If I'm wanted then I'm running fast, know they gotta catch me
Niggas shot at me and missed
Oll the lord blessed him
I sell dope, I fuck hoes then make songs 'bout the shit
I rob niggas for they work and don't feel wrong 'bout the shit
You a pussy ass nigga, you don't belong with no bricks
I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit
In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
Niggas standin' on the couches, throwin' signs on the club
V.I.P. Bitch I don't wait in line at the club
It's a photoshoot, fed takin pictures in this bitch
I'm a nice guy, buyin bitches liquor in this bitch
Got my fam with me, plus my nigga zilla in this bitch
I Don't Give a Fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin 'Thug Life', Niggas on that Tupac shit
Minnesotta twins bitch I'm on my two glock shit
You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
Body found by the river, feed it cement bricks
Eww she nasty, she just had a semen dish
Sucked the skin off the dick you should've seen this bitch
They say I'm nasty, I think I'm a queen this bitch
Shawty suck it so good, think I'm a clean this bitch
SIKE! She not the type to be a wife
She get her pass, just for the night
In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
12.Let's Vibe
Yo Gotti Feat. Pleasure
And that's real
Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it
Shawty ride or die, here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do to help a gangsta get by
Shawty know I like yay, she ain't trippin' at all
She go down on a nigga and she'll swallow it all
Me and her done it all, catch us both at the mall
She can get what she wanna and that ain't trickin' at all
Shawty fuck with her nigga, her nigga fuck with her back
She put her life on the line 'cause she would ride with this
sack
When I went back to the hood, hustlin', movin' them birds
She was takin' up nurses' studyin' and gettin' what's hers
I ain't chase her or sweat her, try my best to protect her
When you fuck with a gangsta baby, you bet I'ma bless ya
And that's real
If you wanna come ride, then let's ride
If you wanna come smoke, then let's smoke
If you wanna come drink, then let's drink
If you wanna come vibe, then let's vibe
Come vibe baby
I been thinkin' 'bout fuckin' you
I been thinkin' 'bout kissin' you
Touchin' you, lovin' you
That's all I wanna do baby
When we out on the road, grindin', doin' my shows
She be callin' my phone like, 'Don't be fuckin' them hoes'
She at home with my child, I be flirtin' in the crowd
I need help I can't control myself, these hoes be wild
Sometimes I think to myself another nig in my bed
So I stop thinkin' at all, that shit'll fuck up yo' head
I took Federal chances, I hustle hard for the bread
Wonder would she keep it real if I ever go to the Fed？
She gon' write me and visit me like I think that she should？
Or she gon disrespect me, fuck another nig at the hood？
I ain't chase her or sweat her try my best to protect her
I don't know about love I just know just know money and pleasure
Believe that
If you wanna come ride, then let's ride
If you wanna come smoke, then let's smoke
If you wanna come drink, then let's drink
If you wanna come vibe, then let's vibe
Come vibe baby
I been thinkin' 'bout fuckin' you
I been thinkin' 'bout kissin' you
Touchin' you, lovin' you
That's all I wanna do baby
Look here shawty, you only know how to be number one
Well I is always real, so I ask for the same in return
For better, for worse, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout？
When yo momma was trippin', talkin' 'bout kickin' you out
You had nowhere to go, I let you move in my house
You can jump in my Benz, go stunt out on ya friends
I took you all around the world and I do it again
You respected my grind 'cause you knew I had that work
And I respected ya mind because you still went to work
See it wasn't 'bout the money, shawty kept it 100
She stayed into it with her family because they knew I was
hustlin'
And that's real
If you wanna come ride, then let's ride
If you wanna come smoke, then let's smoke
If you wanna come drink, then let's drink
If you wanna come vibe, then let's vibe
Come vibe baby
I been thinkin' 'bout fuckin' you
I been thinkin' 'bout kissin' you
Touchin' you, lovin' you
That's all I wanna do baby
Let's vibe baby
I'm talkin' D girls, college girls
I ain't trippin', I like 'em all, ya know？
I'm tryna ride with ya shawty, I'm tryna vibe with ya
Kick back, get high with ya, whatever you do
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout？
They ain't expect me to come like this
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