Untrapped Album Lyrics by Yo Gotti


Yo Gotti Lyrics

Untrapped Album Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Trapped

I'm trapped in
I'm trapped in, I know it
Ayy, I know I'm trap, I'm trap, I'm trap, I know I'm trap
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, look

I heard my niggas talkin' 'bout me, what's been gettin' closer?
Niggas sayin' I ain't breaking bread, I don't even know you
All that shit I bought you niggas, all the shit I taught you nigga
Look this lil ungrateful nigga, I'm thinkin' I should off you niggas
Learned the hard way, keepin' it real may cost a nigga
All that love and bruh bruh shit, they gon' cross a nigga
I know that I'm trapped, I know it (I know it)
I know that I'm depressed, I show it (I show it)
I'm poppin' Xans of paranoia
I'm 50 and 0 I'm Floyd
Streets ain't never defeatin' me, before I was rappin' I was a G
Money was always on time, my plug ain't never mistreated me
Okay, this the intro, so I'ma set the mood (what's up?)
You thinkin' twice? I am too (yeah) that's why none of you niggas cool
So now that you know, what you wanna do?
Ayy, free my nigga 5, I got your message, bro I miss you too
Ridin' in the car with my enemy, them bullets gon' hit you too
And now that you ain't got nothing against me, I ain't got nothing against you, too
But, rr, rr, rr, I hope it hits you too
I want his mama to miss 'em, and I want your people to miss you too
Want that Gucci, Louis, Fendi, so you take them risks
And you ain't workin' 9 to 5's, you overtime in kitchens
You bought a Rollie and Cuban before you bought yourself a house (trapped)
Mama in the hood, you know you forced to her move out (trapped)
You took niggas work, they went and shot up mama house (trapped)
You a selfish nigga, damn near took your mama out (damn)
Niggas never thinkin' (thinkin')
Nigga sippin' lean, drinkin', poppin' pills sinkin' "Pussy niggas linkin'"
Bad bitches winkin' me, eyes open never blinkin' (focus)
Ridin' with that Draco, Gotti what the hell you thinkin'?
Word to Hov
Slow it down, Gotti (whoa, whoa)
400 for the truck, this ain't the Lamb, this the Rolls
Like a 150 difference, that's a Richard Millie mo', plain
I save five bricks, if we wanna talk in codes
I'm trapped, it's like I heard the streets talkin' to me
I'm really, really trapped
Doors closed, nowhere for me to go, nigga
I'm really, really trapped



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Know Yo Worth

I just gotta praise
Beep

Ayy, know your worth (worth)
Young multi-millionaire from the dirt (I am)
Bitch say she wanna Birkin, know your worth (worth)
Hoe that's a couple bricks for a purse (for a purse)
Bright idea, bitch, but that ain't what you're worth (woo)
When you winnin' man you gotta know your worth (know your worth)
When you up and they be hatin', that shit the worst (damn)
You are not a wave, you a surf (wave rider bitch)
Bitch, tryna get saved, this not a church

I'm a project baby, and I'm stupid rich
Call me sniper gang (gang gang), we got stupid sticks (brr)
Fedex employees, bitch we shippin' bricks (out here)
Home of the tigers (tigers), born with the shit
And I shouldn't be trusted (at all), especially with your bitch
And I'm runnin' plays (plays), you know that's a blitz (blitz)
Ain't no coppin' pleas, that's a hit or miss
Yeah, and my hoe do scams
And she smokin' loud, just rolled seven grams
She like Chane-ne's (Chanel)
These ain't Yeezy's, no disrespect to Kanye (oh well)
I'm gettin' head while we landin' on the runway
Her head priceless, bitch you gotta

Ayy, know your worth
Young multi-millionaire from the dirt (I am)
Bitch say she wanna Birkin, know your worth (worth)
Hoe that's a couple bricks for a purse (for a purse)
Bright idea, bitch, but that ain't what you're worth (woo)
When you winnin' man you gotta know your worth (know your worth)
When you up and they be hatin', that shit the worst (damn)
You are not a wave, you a surf (wave rider bitch)
Bitch, tryna get saved, this not a church

I need a praise (right now)
When the light hit these V's, that's a laser (woo)
Get the game for free, but pay me for the labor (labor)
Put the work in the streets, got 'em slavin' (got 'em slaved)
Don't mix the 20's with the 100's, you must be crazy
Expensive habits
Said not a wise purchase, gotta have it (gotta have it)
Exclusive drip, boy I got this shit from Paris (out in France)
One on one, nigga, you will never have it (never ever)
I'm on my fifth Rolls Royce, I'm a addict (addict)
Grandma house north Memphis where I had it (had it)
Loud bowls, you can smell it out the attic (attic)
Choppa City, Draco Boy, I'm a fanatic (fanatic)
The way I'm acting, they say I don't know my worth

I probably don't
Young multi-millionaire from the dirt (I am)
Bitch say she wanna Birkin, know your worth (worth)
Hoe that's a couple bricks for a purse (for a purse)
Bright idea, bitch, but that ain't what you're worth (woo)
When you winnin' man you gotta know your worth (know your worth)
When you up and they be hatin', that shit the worst (damn)
You are not a wave, you a surf (wave rider bitch)
Bitch, tryna get saved this not a church

And they like "Gotti
Why you even buyin' these hoes purses and shit like the rest of these rappers?"
And I'm like "Who, me? Me, me, me?
Nigga, you don't know these hoes gonna f*ck a broke nigga anyways, stupid"
Ayy, know your worth and know what a hoe not worth
That's all I'm sayin', you know what I'm sayin'?
And this shit double standard too, you know what I'm sayin' like?
All my real bitches know your worth, and know what a nigga not worth, you know what I'm sayin?
Let me tell you a risk is for no niggas that ain't gon' take no risks for you
Don't put your shit on line for 'em if they don't put your shit on line for you
Ayy, know your worth



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H.O.E. (Heaven On Earth)

When I think about you, I think hoe!
When I dream about you, I think hoe!
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe!
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe!
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe!
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe!
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe!
Hoe!

These hoes only f*cking with a nigga, with them figgas
You ain't got it, them bitches ain't f*cking with you
Stop saving these hoes, f*ck these bitches
Stop bringing them around a real nigga
'Cause a hoe gon' be a hoe, and a bitch gon' be a bitch
Don't put your dick up in a hoe that make you money
And these hoes f*cking different niggas every night
But she still be up in church every Sunday
So bitch, tell the DJ play my shit
And tell your home girls to get with it
Don't be ashamed to be a hoe, if you a hoe, then let them know
You getting money and they need to f*ck with it

When I think about you, I think hoe!
When I dream about you, I think hoe!
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe!
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe!
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe!
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe!
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe!
Hoe!

When I wake up in the morning, I think dough
Bad bitch, follow all the rap niggas, she a ho
Got a 100 thousand likes and a million something followers
I'm a street nigga, I'm just tryna get my dollars up
Kirko Bangz and my nigga YG
Yo Gotti, trill nigga, ask your hoe about me
Real Nigga shit, don't do that, get your feelings hurt
Want a red bitch in a mini skirt
Chanel boots, Celine purse
Shawty not a stripper but can make it twerk
When you think about me you think bread
When I think about you, I think head

When I think about you, I think hoe!
When I dream about you, I think hoe!
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe!
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe!
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe!
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe!
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe!
Hoe!

These hoes gon' be hoes
You cuffin' and loving her, but she f*cking on the low
And I'm like "damn", bitch, what you saying?
Hoe, you know you got a man
But she gon' f*ck all the niggas, that all the bitches is f*cking
And she gon' post all them pictures that she don't look like in public
She gon' be in the club, bottles poppin', she boppin'
When the sparkles start coming, bitches start table hoppin'
They see me when I'm coming down, ridin' slow
You ain't a hoe, why you f*cking on the floor
You and your girlfriend wear each other clothes
Bitch we don't save these hoe's

When I think about you, I think hoe!
When I dream about you, I think hoe!
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe!
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe!
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe!
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe!
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe!
Hoe!



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More Ready Than Ever

Hey, I be talkin' to myself like
In the mirror and shit, like
Is you ready for this shit?
Nigga, are you? What's up?

I wasn't ready for that hundred mil', but now I am
'Member being ready for war
But then the gun jammed (damn)
I guess God wasn't ready for him
Yeah you blessed, nigga
He wasn't ready for you, homie

I was born ready (day one)
Since a child, I was groomed
I'm just me and I ain't got no respect for a goon (why not?)
'Cause real killers care 'bout who they love, nigga
You got bricks and I need four and a split
You my plug, nigga (I respect that)
How many you niggas really know Mexicans? (None of you)
But shoot your Draco in the crowd, kill a pedestrian
Now look at you
You niggas ain't really killers (killers)
Catchin' bodies, type to get you
You cryin', all in your feelings (damn)
You was there but you ain't kill him? (Kill him)
Makin' them type of statements? (Why you do that?)
I'm like damn, you was just on the 'Gram exaggeration (uh)
'Bout squad that and mob this
How you pull up and rob shit
Fact is, you ain't ready and you a whole bitch
I survived them streets, I seen some cold shit (I really did)
No longer speak to my partner 'cause he did ho shit (my nigga)
No longer f*ck with my bitch, situation petty
I could've patched it, fixed it up
But I really wasn't ready
You think you ready for prison?
You think you can stop today
Go do a twenty year sentence? Huh?
And keep my name out your mentions
Dome check 'em without flinchin'
That 40 come with extensions, I'm ready

You ready?
I'm ready
I'm ready
Born ready

They took L.A. Reid from Sony
To me, that's like catchin' Chapo
I'm goin' independent, to me
That's like hittin' the lotto'
Havin' meetings at Roc Nation
And owning shit is the motto
When Jay your big homie and the streets got you
You drop a hit, you get too big
And they forget about you
They say they bosses
But them niggas can't do shit without you
Free my nigga Five, I'm out here sick without you
F*ck a label, man, I can do this shit without you
I had them bricks before you
The cake was talkin' to me, I ignore you
How my baby mama don't like me when I support you?
Hood turned they back on me, but I still represent it
'Cause none of you lil' niggas could take back what I done in it
I'm a don in it, Louis bag, gun in it
High fashion, man purse, the drum in it
If it's war, it's murder, you know that comes with it
Bloodline a hustler, that mean my son with it
I'm ready, more ready than ever
Quarter mil' for the watch with no bezel
Richard Mille, private jet, took a Draco to Cali
We had the keys way before Khaled
If Jay seen a hundred mil', I can see a hundred mil'
I'ma keep grindin' it still 'til I see that hundred mil'
Puff seen a hundred mil', I could've did a hundred years
I'm seventy percent off from that, I'm still thuggin' still
Youngsta multi, Bagg multi
Executive Gotti, I need a bowtie
Big facts, no lie
My nigga ain't got a platinum plaque
But got a platinum budget
This shit was built off Cocaine and we rely off hustlin'
Come and sign with some niggas that can relate to you
Or tell your story, the corporate, they can't relate to you
They don't understand you, homie, they ain't ready for you
You a gangster with a story, let me tell 'em for you

You ready?
I'm ready
I'm ready
Born ready

You really ready for war?
You really want a plug? You really want them bricks at your door?
You ready?
You really want you some millions?
You think you can do what I done, had them bricks to the ceiling?
You ready?

You ready?
I'm ready
I'm ready
Born ready



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Like That

No-no, no-no
No-no, no-no
No-no, no-no (RockBoyBeats)
No-no, no-no (that nigga Ladd got the truth)

Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to
Put your foot over your head while I'm f*ckin' you
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too"
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me f*ck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

F*ck a bag, bae, let's get a bag, bae
We get money, we ain't trippin' on what the tag say
One got the Rolls truck, you got the mansion Wraith
You ain't wanna have a threesome, you wanted to play it safe
Now you a big ol', big ol' freak, comin' out your body
'Long as I got you and you got me, we don't need nobody
I ain't gon' lie like I'm just perfect, go buy you some purses
Cover up the pain when I know you out here hurtin'
I'm just tryna fast for what you past, but you make a couple memories
F*ck you with no rubber, make a couple mini-mes
Turnt your ex to a hater, make him envy me
You know I'm locked in these streets 'til they sentence me

Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to
Put your foot over your head while I'm f*ckin' you
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too"
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me f*ck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

No-no, no-no
I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that
No-no, no-no
I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that

F*ck being mad, I'd rather blow a bag
She say he cheated, broke her heart, she wanna pay him back
You gotta think beyond the surface, you gotta protect the brand
Every queen got a purpose, you thinking like you worthless
F*ck the purses and gifts
Cars and the crib without the D's and slips
Is it really yours, is it really yours?
I can hear it in your voice, that pussy moist
I know you think that you don't got a choice
If you want a real nigga the choice is yours
The money yours, new Porsche
Saint Laurent, Fendi, and Christian Dior

Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to
Put your foot over your head while I'm f*ckin' you
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too"
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me f*ck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

I bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
I f*cked you with your friends 'cause you told me we was cool like that
Spent the bag, made you comfortable
Baby, I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that
No-no, no-no
I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that
No-no, no-no
I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that



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Put a Date on It

June you're a genius
Yuh

Sack coming in and the money don't fold (Fold)
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Gotta put the cap on it (Cap on it)
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Nigga, put a date on it (Date on it)
Everybody sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to way on it (Wait on it)
Plug f*cked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)

Pack coming in on I-40 (Woo)
I'ma keep a 30 in my 40 (Slatt)
I'ma buy a Birkin for my shawty (Pew)
Nigga did me dirty, ran off on me (Took off)
Plug did me dirty, took off on me (Pew)
Lil' hitter just folded, got soft on me
I'm from the streets, you gotta pay with your life, I got a way with the white
You just like your father and he was a rat, uh
So that mean he raising a mice, yeah
I had to trap through the night, yeah
I put that pack on a flight, yeah
I shot all them pussies the same night (Brrrrt)
Laid in the bushes, a rainy night
Won't put no hoes on a pedestal
Edibles, I'm tryna f*ck 'em the same night
I put two hoes on the same flight (Whew)
Cooked up ten bricks in the same pot (Work)
I shot four niggas, the same Glock (Bop, bop, bop)
Too many you niggas got the same watch
Why you competin' with me, nigga?
We are not playing with the same check
It's murder, more murder for hire
And that shit been stuck on my mindset

Sack coming in and the money don't fold (Fold)
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Gotta put the cap on it (Cap on it)
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Nigga, put a date on it (Date on it)
Everybody sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to way on it (Wait on it)
Plug f*cked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)

Hundred thousand dollars off a iPhone (iPhone)
I ain't talkin' show money (Show money)
Plug keep calling, we gon' take his ass down (Hold up)
That'll be some more money (More money)
Labels talking contracts, I ain't signing shit (Nope)
Tell 'em that I know money (Know money)
I used to shop with a bitch, she got 'em low
She kept it realer than niggas
If she get a number better than these bookings I'm gettin'
I swear that I'm floodin' the city
A rap nigga better not diss me 'cause I run with hitters
Everywhere I go, they with me
Pack comin' in on a back street (Back street)
12 ride by, nigga still keep workin'
Get 50 thousand dollars for a show
Knowin' goddamn well niggas still ain't workin'
I been told these folks that I quit (I quit)
Knowin' goddamn well nigga still sippin' syrup
Got the trap goin' crazy like the first or the third
Got a lot of cash money, I could still get birds
Get away with my chain, he gon' still get murked
Had an FN on me when I did this verse
If she suck good dick, she gon' leave with a purse
I was really in the streets, you can do your research

Sack coming in and the money don't fold (Fold)
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Gotta put the cap on it (Cap on it)
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Nigga, put a date on it (Date on it)
Everybody sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to way on it (Wait on it)
Plug f*cked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)



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They Ain't Want Me To Know

Don't make a nigga invest in your hoe
Teach her everything you didn't want her to know (know,) know
And you ain't my nigga so quit callin' me bro (bro)
'Cause I know everything you didn't want me to know (f*ck nigga)
Boy don't make a nigga invest in your hoe
Teach her everything you didn't want her to know (oh, I'ma teach her about all that)
And you ain't my nigga so quit callin' me bro
Found out everything you ain't want me to know

You need to grow up Gotti (why?)
Look at all these people that help blow up Gotti (like who?)
You don't even go back to the hood like you don't know nobody
I think niggas readin' it wrong, I just don't owe nobody (f*ck them niggas)
And I swear 'for God they test me I'ma show somebody (I know what's up with niggas)
This shit'll put you in a box
You see niggas you f*ck with f*ckin' with the opps
'Cause what I thought you was you not, nigga
I see you likin' they pictures nigga, keep double tappin'
Don't come around on that my nigga shit, I know what's happenin'
That shit be mind blowing
Niggas be f*ckin' with your enemy like you don't be knowin'
Then be all up in your face, you niggas so annoying
Why even speak to a nigga, you oughta keep it goin'
Walk in the club with my strap, my shirt tight I know it's showin'
My bitch at home in the bed, tonight I'm f*ckin' yawnin'
Just to get in your feelings, I might invest in her
You keep holdin' her back, when I see the best in her
She's a born winner

Don't make a nigga invest in your hoe (hoe)
Teach her everything you didn't want her to know (know,) know
And you ain't my nigga so quit callin' me bro (bro)
'Cause I know everything you didn't want me to know (know, know)
Boy don't make a nigga invest in your hoe (don't make me do it)
Teach her everything you didn't want her to know
And you ain't my nigga so quit callin' me bro
Found out everything you ain't want me to know, know, know



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Pose (Remix)

Photo shoot, yeah, flash, flash, flash, flash

You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresh up out the kitchen to the jet
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VVS in the chain lookin' wet
Deposit ain't hit the account yet
Shit ain't verified, like my check
Hold up, pose (yeah)
Pose, pose (yeah)
Pose, pose (I am, I am, I am)
Photo shoot, pose, pose (I am, I am)
Pose, it's a photo shoot

Dope boy, I'm a Polaroid
Photo's make me paranoid
Bitch open up her camera phone (hold on, hold on)
This that shit I be trynna avoid (yeah)
Bitch, I ain't trynna make no blog with you (blog with you)
Hoe, I ain't walkin' through the mall with you (ay, not me)
Talking all on the radio
I should take a picture of you, you got the log with you (trash)
She been sendin' me pictures and they X-rated (X-rated)
Word on the street that her ex hate it (ex hate it)
You doin' lame shit and I'm irritated (f*ck nigga)
I don't do no f*ck shit, I'm an 80s baby (yum)
She wanna eat the dick on camera (camera)
Pussy bald head, like Amber (Rose)
Tights look right, this a camel (toe), photo shoot

Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, yeah, whoa

You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresh up out the kitchen to the jet
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VVS in the chain lookin' wet
Deposit ain't hit the account yet
Shit ain't verified, like my check (let's go)
Hold up, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose (Lil Uzi)

F*cked that bitch, tried put the fee on it
Uh-uh, best put the free on it (yeah)
If it's 'bout money, then we on it (whoa)
Water on my neck, you could ski on it (Oh)
You can't unthaw these diamonds, put the heat on it (what)
I was layin' in my bed while she dreamed on it (yeah)
Man, I touched that thing back, put my knee on it (yeah)
Man, my shoes was too fresh with my feet on it (whoa)
Went to the jeweler, top of the morning
24 hours, then I was snowed in (let's go)
You was not locked up, you was in holding
I know some niggas got life and they posin'
All in they picture, she know I'm richer
Yeah that her nigga, look at my wrist-er
Heard you flew sicker, I do not miss her
She not enough, I need her friend
I feel like Trisha, totaled my car
I cannot fix her, she pose for the pic (skrrt)
Make the bitch lick it, I got a lamb
I got a fist, she ride of my dick like it's a RipStik
Smack on her bottom like that shit a mystic (yeah)
I'm 30 Mss in, still in the trenches
I went to the dentist 'cause I'm a menace
F*cked the old cougar just for her picture

Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose (whoa)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, (photo shoot), pose, pose, hold up, pose



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Weekend

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

I'm cooking up work on a Thursday
Preppin' my kitchen for a Friday
Weekend gon' be rolling
Wraith just waiting on me to drive it
I was f*cking up a club on a Saturday
F*cking up a club on a Sunday
Re-upped, popped out midday afternoon
Then I do it all over Monday
I was going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend
I'ma run it up in a month
I'ma f*ck it up in a weekend
Whole pound of Moneybagg Runtz
I'ma smoke it up by the weekend
I don't care, I'ma be blunt
Bitch I'm tryna f*ck by the weekend
I know what these hoes really want
A thug f*cking on them 'til the weekend

X-o, appointments only, what I tell the next hoe
I ain't f*cking with my ex, she retro
She havin' a hard time trying to let go
I guess she ain't wanna see these jets go, I'm gone
Shot off like a rocket
Yeah the bitch was too outta pocket
My young bitch like to rub my feet
And her head sloppy, damn I'm off topic
Back to my calendar, my shit lookin' full
The hustler lookin' sleepy, you gon' need a Red Bull
I'm a dope boy, yeah I'm still in velour
I ain't in the hood but I still got pull
She a five and a half and I'm still gon' do her
You ever seen a dead body? Shit smell like a sewer
Told her I'm a Taurus, yeah I'm a bull
Don't believe in zodiacs 'cause ain't no psychics in the hood
Don't believe in shaking hands if we ever get into it
They took my right hand, boy you know I'm going through it
And you can tell I'm hurt, I ain't never tryna pretend
We were running up checks on a weekend

I'm cooking up work on a Thursday
Preppin' my kitchen for a Friday
Weekend gon' be rolling
Wraith just waiting on me to drive it
I was f*cking up a club on a Saturday
F*cking up a club on a Sunday
Re-upped, popped out midday afternoon
Then I do it all over Monday
I was going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend

I'm tryna recover from the weekend
I went way too hard on a Sunday
(Next day) the mail f*cked up so they bring it on a truck
It should be here first thing Monday (touchdown)
Two hitters with me and they the dumb way (too retarded)
Never listen, they do what the gun say
Chopper got kicked back like M-M-A
Blue tips eat his face like a entree
Moneybagg Runtz smokin' zip after zip
In the VIP with my drip a lil' burna on my hip
Two cups, let me sip, bring the whip, I'm 'bout to dip
Bust a check up in Chase then I f*ck it up in Phipps
I just want your bitch for the weekend, Sza
Say she want a nigga with some drip, not drizzle
Never had a nigga that's real, I'm realer
Wanna be in the video, I'll f*ck you on triller

I'm cooking up work on a Thursday
Preppin' my kitchen for a Friday
Weekend gon' be rolling
Wraith just waiting on me to drive it
I was f*cking up a club on a Saturday
F*cking up a club on a Sunday
Re-upped, popped out midday afternoon
Then I do it all over Monday
I was going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend, yeah



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Dopechella

(808 Mafia)
Just touched down in Coachella
(Ayy, South Side, where you get all that drip?)

Ayy, let that beat ride
And I'm Big Gotti to you niggas too
Can I keep it always G? Put some respect on that

I just touched down in Coachella
Half a brick of raw, hunnid a gram, nothin' lesser
Let's get these suburban kids on they level
Better yet, these artists, whatever

My back yard like a resort
Just beat another day in court
Palm trees in the sky line
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine
I may paint them bitches Nipsey Blue
All my niggas train, no talk, just shoot
And all my bitches trained to pull bitches
And if you snitchin' nigga, keep your distance
My bedroom look like the St. Regis
Freedom in America, I pledge allegiance (on God)
My closet lookin' like it's Saks Fifth
I might buy your girlfriend a gift
Double C's got my closet like it's Crip walkin'
I silence these niggas if they keep talkin'
My bitch look down, like I'm a pimp, you speak, she keep walkin'
Still in touch with my plug, sometimes we speak often (hello?)
'Cause I cherish my relationships (amigo?)
Every month I'm at the dealership (I am)
Who need a runner when you get it shipped
Safe landing, pilot get a tip

Backyard like a resort
Just another day in court
Palm trees in the sky line
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine

Might put XXX on all my tags (extensions)
Tell Virgil, "I want all the bags"
Louis duffle and it's see through
A couple million and a Drac' too
My Rolls truck white, white
I was sellin' niggas off white, late nights (nights)
Junkie put it in a shooter, take flight (she gone)
Black and white jet, Puma, safe flight

Yeah, I just sold out the arena
My momma proud, you should've seen her
All smiles that she seen her son
I'm a gangsta, look what I become
I'm at Prive having lunch
Conference call with Roc Nation, 30 million in a month (woo)
You niggas 4th and 30, that's a punt
Five hunnid on a watch, that ain't a stunt

My back yard like a resort
Just beat another day in court
Palm trees in the sky line
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine (Maybach Music)

Phantoms in the parking lot, look at it, made man
Just left the jewelry store, don't I look amazing?
Everywhere I go, I got them things with me
Wanna see my niggas on and still the same with me
Do it for the loyalty, not just a chain from me
All through my niggas cribs, there's picture frames of me
Shots from assault rifles when my name come in
A hunnid for the walk through is when the planes come in
Five number ones, I think I broke Def Jam
I had them people at the table like a meth lab
Street dreams, street kings
R-i-p to Nipsey on his C thing
Three rings, D. Wade
Two words from mama, "Be safe"
I got your back, I pray you got mine
Biggest crib throughout the USA, the top 5
Headlines, shots fired
Arch rival in the dark who got my archives
Franchise, fat boy
Never been to Coachella, but still a landlord
(Maybach music)
Still countin' money and still killin' pussy niggas, ain't nothin' changed (never)
Rest in peace, nigga
Huh
On God



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Battle

(1209 please)
Ayy, we havin' a high class-debate
Who the baddest bitch in the club?
The bartenders or the dancers?
Right now we got the bartenders down, nah, the dancers

(Where the dollars at?) Bitch
(Where the dollars at?) Hoe
(Where the dollars at?) Bitch
(Where the dollars at?)
She said (where the dollars at?) It's a stripper throwin'
(Where the dollars at?) Hunnid thousand ones
(Where the dollars at?) Bartenders verse strippers
(Where the dollars at?) I don't know who won
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
She said (where the dollars at?) Bottles
(Where the dollars at?) Ones
(Where the dollars at?) Bottles
(Where the dollars at?) Ones

Pussy worth more than the diamonds on my neck
Say the dick better when it come with a check
She said, wanna see her wet, go f*ck up a check
You too stingy with that money, you remind her of her ex
You ain't ballin' is you ballin'?
You smokin' gas or smokin' hookah?
Big blunts longer than a ruler
You in your zone, you with your shooter
Like what you valet park, Lamb?
Where your Amex card? Ma'am
Tonight you buying the bar (I am)
I know you gon' go hard

She said (dollars at?) Bitch
(Where the dollars at?) Hoe
(Where the dollars at?) Bitch
(Where the dollars at?)
She said (where the dollars at?) It's a stripper throwin'
(Where the dollars at?) Hunnid thousand ones
(Where the dollars at?) Bartenders verse strippers
(Where the dollars?) I don't know who won
(Dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
She said (dollars at?) Bottles
(Where the dollars at?) Ones
(Where the dollars at?) Bottles
(Where the dollars at?) Ones

Naked bitches on the pole
Naked bitches on the floor
Naked bitch came with a naked bitch
I ain't never seen that nigga bitch before
He ain't throw ones on the floor he bold
She ain't throw that ass on the floor she stole
Last nigga she was f*ckin with didn't work
That's the reason she gon' work that pole
Battle
Hit her on her butt with a paddle
I'm the principal, she the student
You know she can't f*ck with a coward
They don't wanna see me when I pull up in a Audi
Young rich nigga, seelin' bricks by the hour
Shawty got a whole lot of junk in the trunk
I just wanna see that big booty rattle
Gang, gang

(Where the dollars at?) Bitch
(Where the dollars at?) Hoe
(Where the dollars at?) Bitch
(Where the dollars at?)
She said (where the dollars at?) It's a stripper throwin'
(Where the dollars at?) Hunnid thousand ones
(Where the dollars at?) Bartenders verse strippers
(Where the dollars?) I don't know who won
(Dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
She said (dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle
(Where the dollars at?) Battle



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Bounce That

Throw me up, Ivy
Ayy (Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Look

Bitch, I got a pocket full of hunnids, I don't do cards
You know I pull up foreigns, we don't rent cars
Ass lookin' fake, she been the DR

Bounce that shit, now roll with it
Bounce that shit, touch your toes with it
Shake that shit, girl you're cold with it
Bounce that shit, touch the pole with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it

I ain't givin' the bitch one dollar
Hit her from the back, make her holler
I don't want the bitch if she model
I don't want the bitch if she don't swallow
Told her everything Gucci but I'm Prada
All out on her pay, but I don't follow (lights)
Dm the bitch, f*ck tomorrow (flights)
Pussy good, she gon' be a problem (sike)
I got the bag and the dough, bih'
She got a tongue ring and a glowstick
Bounce that shit, make it drip (drip)
Make a nigga send a hoe a check for a trip
You want Chanel? Oh well
You want lobster? I want the tail
Is you gon' write a nigga, if I go to jail?
Is you gon' fight a bitch about a nigga? Yeah

Bounce that shit, now roll with it
Bounce that shit, touch your toes with it
Shake that shit, girl you're cold with it
Bounce that shit, touch the pole with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it

I took your baby momma to Bahamas
F*cked her once and told her lose the number
We ain't noble type, you been in huddles
You don't get a Benz you get a Honda
Your ex wasn't gettin a pack, he was a runner
Bitches, I was 16, I had to top dropped every summer
Yeah, I had a hundred, ask my momma
Nigga bought a brick and I might front him one
My homie down bad, you know I throw him somethin'
Niggas disrespectin' me, you know done him somethin'
She like "Gotti, you drip hard", I say, "That was Gunna or somethin'"
Bitch, I've been a millionaire since 21
Savage, whole hood ratchet
First hundred thou' under my grandmama mattress
I swear to god no cappin' ask my auntie 'nem
They only dated dope boys, I'm one of them
My role models gangsters guess it's safe to say
I ain't knockin' tricks, but I ain't the one to pay
Safe sex, no checks, that's my practice
Bitch, I'm in a whole 'nother bracket

Bounce that shit, now roll with it
Bounce that shit, touch your toes with it
Shake that shit, girl you're cold with it
Bounce that shit, touch the pole with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it

(Uh oh, uh oh)
(Bend that ass over, and make that ass run)
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce, bounce that shit
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce, bounce that shit
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce, bounce that shit
Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it
Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it
Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it
Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it



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Big Homie

(Tell me, what you really did for any other motherf*cker than yourself)

These big homie rules
I give my lil' homie jewels
Some shit they can use
You give your lil' homie tools
And tell 'em go do some shit that you wouldn't do
You breaking big homie rules
Big homie rules, this a big homie move
'Cause this what big homies do
Never fold, lead by example
Never let nothing come between the family
That's a big homie move, a big homie move
These are big homie rules, big homie rules

Rule number one, believe in your dreams (okay)
Always understand there's more than you, it's a team (what else?)
Rule number two, niggas bitches off limits
We don't do that in the family, no distractions while we winning
And rule three is kinda sensitive to me (what's that?)
This table full of plates, we make sure everybody eats
And communicate your issues, we can agree to disagree (I feel you)
But talking family business outside the family, that ain't G (you a real one)
Ain't no rats in here, so ain't no leaks (ain't no bitches)
I'm my brothers keeper, f*ck these freaks (f*ck these bitches)
And rule number four, if you ever get fronted
Despite what you hearing, always pay their money
And rule five, this the only rule I don't really like
Put a snake with a snake, get a bite for a bite
And rule six, you must protect the brand with your life
I'd rather help you get a million, than help you get a strike
And do you understand your publishing? (Not really)
Whether you rapping or you hustling, treat that like real estate and pay the government (okay)
Family first, money second
You ain't taking care of your family, I just can't respect it

These big homie rules
I give my lil' homie jewels
Some shit they can use
You give your lil' homie tools
And tell 'em go do some shit that you wouldn't do
You breaking big homie rules
Big homie rules, this a big homie move
'Cause this what big homies do
Never fold, lead by example
Never let nothing come between the family
That's a big homie move, a big homie move
These are big homie rules, big homie rules

Ain't no jealousy in the crew, 'cause if I got it, then you got it
Lil' homie got a problem, big homie solve it
Niggas talkin' boss talk, ain't never been a soldier
I just wanna cook up one more time to get some closure
When it come to this beef shit, it is what it is
Homie don't f*ck with you, shit, it is what it is
They call it investment, I just believe in my dog
Bust it down how you wanna, I just wanna see you ball
You ain't a boss, you a mistake, nigga
How they put you in position when you fake, nigga?
You lie to your team, you sell your niggas dreams
When there's war somehow you always in between
The family and the opposition
Me, I like this nigga but know my position
So, it's f*ck 'em and it's f*ck 'em forever
I take loyalty to a whole 'nother level
I get the information, pass it down
My homies know, that's on my life, I always held 'em down
Last rule, if you gon' be a big homie
Treat your niggas with respect, not like a lil' homie

These big homie rules
I give my lil' homie jewels
Some shit they can use
You give your lil' homie tools
And tell 'em go do some shit that you wouldn't do
You breaking big homie rules
Big homie rules, this a big homie move
'Cause this what big homies do
Never fold, lead by example
Never let nothing come between the family
That's a big homie move, a big homie move
These are big homie rules, big homie rules



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Untrapped

(These tears I cry)
(Sure won't be the last) ayy, rest in peace to Nip
(They will not be the last, no) the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)

Yeah
Where'd we start off? How we go wrong?
Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song
Niggas fighting over blocks that we don't even own
Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I'm full time rapping
I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed a tear like, "Daddy, what happened?"
I'm like, "Daddy aight but Daddy don't know what's gon' happen"
Niggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinking it's cool
'Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news
So the dope that you selling the dope that you use
Y'all made popping pills cool, you niggas confused
I'm a true independent, you niggas should listen
Rather record label or not, I was investing my millions
I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently
If it ain't real boss talk, nigga, watch how you mention me
Real estate got it checked, 20 mil on that
30 in the bank, I'm 50 off, I'm still at that
I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred Dracos with a hundred shots
But til I see that hundred mil ain't really did nothing, nigga
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in position to show 'em he love 'em

Hey you know I just moved to LA right
So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself
Damn
See I had a call back home too said shit ain't lookin' good
It's life

I just paid 8 mil to the IRS
I don't agree but then again you can say I'm blessed
Late night no sleep, you can say I'm stressed
Bruh called say he fighting for his life, say less
Quarter mil to the lawyer, straight cash no check
Never lied to my niggas, I'ma stand on that
I done cried to my niggas
'Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats
I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality
I got a long way to go for real, this shit baffling
90 mil on a crib and he not a athlete
If I don't make it for my family this shit gon' be a tragedy
I'm tryna live life and make sure they proud of me
I give no energy to critics or niggas who doubted me
I'm a black owned business owner, entrepreneur
We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer
Send a text to Meek, told him move safe
Send a text to Youngsta, I'm checking on your case
Send a text to Bagg, boy you on your way
Don't get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
I sit down with Bloc tell him you young but you gotta take this shit serious
Life bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry
I just hope that they hearing me, I love these niggas dearly
They like, "Gotti you changed," yeah I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches, and no stones in the jewelry
Fn on me nigga, I'm securing security
I'm tryna get a hundred mil, f*ck facing a jury

Nigga think all that lil shit you doing cool
'Til it's you versus the motherf*ckin' federal government nigga
Then what?
Then what you lil niggas gonna do?
Start telling every motherf*ckin' thing you know, huh
That ain't a real nigga, that ain't no gangster shit
All these niggas on Instagram posting their motherf*ckin' business and shit
Draco this, big sack that
And they gon' be the first nigga to rat on a nigga, you know what I'm saying
Whole social media shit the police nigga
When you niggas gon' wake up nigga?
19, niggas still telling on yourself
Where they do that it?
This rich gangsta shit forever
We made it



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Pose

Photo shoot, yeah, flash, flash, flash, flash

You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresh up out the kitchen to the jet
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VVS in the chain lookin' wet
Deposit ain't hit the account yet
Shit ain't verified, like my check
Hold up, pose (yeah)
Pose, pose (yeah)
Pose, pose (I am, I am, I am)
Photo shoot, pose, pose (I am, I am)
Pose, it's a photo shoot

Dope boy, I'm a Polaroid
Photo's make me paranoid
Bitch open up her camera phone (hold on, hold on)
This that shit I be trynna avoid (yeah)
Bitch, I ain't trynna make no blog with you (blog with you)
Hoe, I ain't walkin' through the mall with you (ay, not me)
Talking all on the radio
I should take a picture of you, you got the log with you (trash)
She been sendin' me pictures and they X-rated (X-rated)
Word on the street that her ex hate it (ex hate it)
You doin' lame shit and I'm irritated (f*ck nigga)
I don't do no f*ck shit, I'm an 80s baby (yum)
She wanna eat the dick on camera (camera)
Pussy bald head, like Amber (Rose)
Tights look right, this a camel (toe), photo shoot

Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, yeah, whoa

You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresh up out the kitchen to the jet
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VVS in the chain lookin' wet
Deposit ain't hit the account yet
Shit ain't verified, like my check (let's go)
Hold up, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose (Lil Uzi)

F*cked that bitch, tried put the fee on it
Uh-uh, best put the free on it (yeah)
If it's 'bout money, then we on it (whoa)
Water on my neck, you could ski on it (Oh)
You can't unthaw these diamonds, put the heat on it (what)
I was layin' in my bed while she dreamed on it (yeah)
Man, I touched that thing back, put my knee on it (yeah)
Man, my shoes was too fresh with my feet on it (whoa)
Went to the jeweler, top of the morning
24 hours, then I was snowed in (let's go)
You was not locked up, you was in holding
I know some niggas got life and they posin'
All in they picture, she know I'm richer
Yeah that her nigga, look at my wrist-er
Heard you flew sicker, I do not miss her
She not enough, I need her friend
I feel like Trisha, totaled my car
I cannot fix her, she pose for the pic (skrrt)
Make the bitch lick it, I got a lamb
I got a fist, she ride of my dick like it's a RipStik
Smack on her bottom like that shit a mystic (yeah)
I'm 30 Mss in, still in the trenches
I went to the dentist 'cause I'm a menace
F*cked the old cougar just for her picture

Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose (whoa)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, (photo shoot), pose, pose, hold up, pose
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