Yo Gotti - Buy Out Lyrics
A hundred miles and running, niggas going at the end of me
Niggas switching sides, give me nothing like it's the end of me.
Niggas having family, but I know these niggas into me.
Pown me, thug it to the motherfucker sin is me.
I'm a train the topic time down, bitch, I'm riding in a 'rarri.
I ain't og, I'm just being me, fucking pretty clear.
I rap about this shit, 'cause I did it.
Life don't change, neither do the game,
Niggas getting money, but the rules stay the same.
Who I'm gonna sound with, who I wanna ground with?
That's my only question, nigga, see 'em G I'm down with.
Cocaine mirrors, cold money guns, every nigga I fuck with with the g I make them bun,
So I never leave the house without my chain on my gut,
Got on my old boy Gucci so I fresh pearl once.
I got to face earth, you know what I mean?
And then I got nothing to do and get no money
And that, nigga, that be a hundred.
That be a hundred with yourself, that be a hundred with the niggas,
A hundred with you, you know what I mean?
Man, I got a lot of young nigga around me, nigga,
And that's straight of low life family, nigga, could kill for each other,
That thing is real.
Murder was the case, nigga, jump a hoardal with a race nigga, down
Then I put it in your face, to the face, on my case, nigga,
Told my lawyer go to trial, I'm doing it big in the meanwhile.
If I lose, place a riot for me, if I die don't stay fire for me,
Pour on some liquor and get higher for me,
I'm doing this thing for my home boys,
I have it, oh, lord, so surely can avoid.
I came here speaking from my heart for some time around
Am I a real rapper or just a nigga on lands?
I don't know, I'm confused, do I suppose to be rich?
You know that hoe ain't your hoe, she's your supposed to be bitch.
No supposed to be clip, I want no allias,
You see 'em G, homie and we don't franchise.
I get green gas off the whipe ass, don't get in that pot
And he get bout time.
Hallelujah, bless my shooters, serve my jazle, watch him hit that shooter.
Fuck that rap shit, I don't fit in,
How they fuck boys, how they fake friends.
Streets on fire, plug on gold mode, streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load.
Fuck your country, I won't sign it, labels keep calling me, but I don't call back.
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Yo Gotti Buy Out Comments
Sound like the song that comes on at the end of a 🔥ass Gangsta movie
Bitch I’m ridin in the rarri if you don’t like me I’m sorry 🔥✌🏽💯
yo gotti cmg stand for cocaine music group and the record label should be called cocaine music group records this year in 2019
Ohhh my lawd this so look LIT 🔥 where the fuck the comments at....