Correction Lyrics 1st of Jan by Yo Gotti

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(FOREVEROLLING)
Ayy, this that cocaine music
Homie, don't you con—
Nah, let's get on some gangster sh*t

Yeah, it's EST, the big O-Gee, O for obituary
I made some old n***a step up and shoot, he Jason Terry
They all hype, he had ten chipes, but one of they n***as got buried
I'll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call lil' Scary
They know lil' 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry
I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry
So don't stand nowhere near me
Or f**k around catch a stray
Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play
Bust it down, make sure my n***as straight
B*t*hes chase, f**k 'em, I escape
Hit the lights and tap the brakes
I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes
Pull over and switch the plates
Poppin' since my demo tape
Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that's why n***as hate
Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight
Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your n***a scraped
Sh*t intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
I get that call that this n***a gone, I'm happier than Christmas day
Yeah, this sh*t legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n***as day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah)

I'm the type of n***a build a house with two, three kitchens in it (I am)
I decided we don't tote no Glocks with no extensions in it (I am)
Ex back on my line, I had her blocked, she like, "It's been a minute"
N***as tellin' me slow down for what? N***a, f**k your opinion (F**k 'em)
I just blew a fifty in the Bal Harbour
Lil' bruh got a million, he a cold robber
I don't like no problems, let the— solve 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Don't become a threat or you'll be gone tomorrow (Brrt)
Man, we slide in Amiri (Yeah)
Walk-in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (Pew, pew, yeah)
Put him on his cycle, leakin' like on his period (Brrt, yeah)
Pu**y-a** n***a know not to play with me, period

Yeah, this sh*t legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n***as day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah)
Don't take no trip, but all my gangster n***as sign me up
Them .223s over them .45, n***a, fire it up
Can't politic without my presence, I'm the higher-up
The information you possess suggests you wired up
These n***as known for tellin'
We known felons, we rebellions, tryna blow your melon
Free all the thugs, we throw a shell before we throw a sub
Confirmed murders over attempteds, n***as know what's up
These n***as know it's us
Ayy, this sh*t slimy, n***a
I put a chain around the neck of all my grimy n***as
F**k all that rappin', known for blappin', I just signed a n***a
She put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on n***as
I told her, "Line him up"

This sh*t legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n***as day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary

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