Album Name

Stay Ur Distance

Artist

Yo Gotti

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.08.28

Release Agency

Sony Music

Ayy
Ayy I been quarantined 'cause
I ain't fuckin' with niggas anyway
Stay your distance pussy
Yeah stay your distance pussy
Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
First week of that virus
I lost a half a mil' Five hundred
Let's see who gon' survive
and who got hustlin' skills
Hustlin' skills
Niggas still outside
they must don't think it's 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
That's one mission
you had to abort
Thug life nigga
I'm passionate for it Passionate
Back outside can't 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 I'm 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 it's '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 don't want no handgun
I need an AK A whole Drac'
Busted-down Patek Patek
she bust it down respect Respect
She don't 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 fuck her
That's on Coco
Everything Gucci no logo
Everything platinum
no promo Promo
Gotti won't 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 you're back friends What
That's how a lame get done in
dummy Bah
I want the money
on the front end Front
It's murder on all
of my run-ins On sight
Twenty-thousand square feet
eight-figure cribs
all I can live in Facts
I'm the type follow
a nigga bitch fly her out
I'm 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
go'n let her cum on the millions Uh
Flag on the play
bitches been wildin' out
ain't no more Wildin' Out
I got a drum like I'm Nick Cannon
I'm a street nigga
I won a Grammy Yeah
I'ma 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
I'm 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 I'm 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
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