Testo Concealed - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Concealed (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album Concealed
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
He cooperating with the state, the case concealed
Remember Rico, see him fine, shit revealed
Jook ran off on the plug, damn near got me killed
But that's my brother so it's fuck it, you know what it is
A hundred choppers in the spot, look like Taliban
A hundred niggas ready to kill, you know what I'm sayin'
They tryna shut the hood down, we ain't going tho
I been depressed and stressing lately so I'm blowing dope
Nigga hurtin' in the hood, tryna give him hope
Bitches tryna throw me pussy, I tell 'em no
I'm a million dollar nigga, it don't excite a nigga
Bitch if I go to jail today would you write a nigga?
Keep the game concealed
I'm tryna tell 'em how it is
Like Migos 'bout my M&M's
Bitches jockin', niggas hatin', you know what it is
Don't give no money to no hoes, won't put money on your books
I told Epic I'm 'bout money, I don't give a fuck about no looks
I don't give a fuck about no bitches and they feelings
Fuck about no niggas talkin' 'bout I ain't real cause I'm winnin'
Give a fuck about no penitentiary, no consequences
Pussy niggas, I'm divin' in it
Give a fuck about no gossips or no rumors, won't respond
All that dissin' and all that back
And forth lil' social gangster you won
Give a fuck about no bodies or no murders or no guns
Give a fuck about no stripper bitches, even though I throw ones
Keep the game concealed
I'm tryna tell 'em how it is
Like Migos 'bout my M&M's
Bitches jockin', niggas hatin', you know what it is
Free C-Murder, R.I.P. to Soulja Slim nigga
If you got a nigga in jail, go and see him nigga
Money order, send a picture, let 'em know you fuckin' with 'em
It's only right you hold it down if you was thuggin' with him
Whenever you see me you see the same face
My niggas go to jail, they got the same case
Read between the lines, bitch I'm lyin' for 'em
I'm a rapper and security, bitch I'm firin' for 'em
My niggas do a bid, I hold it down for 'em
And if the ho a hundred I make time for 'em
Don't do no talkin', straight out the muscle
I'ma keep a lot of shit concealed, to the art of hustle
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