Testo Intro Gangstas Don't Talk - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Intro Gangstas Don't Talk (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album Nov. 19th
Yeah
Aye they say the streets dry holmes
I guess they waiting on me
November 19th
Aye look
I'm sick of this shit these niggas
Dropping any motherfucking way holmes
Garbage ass shit polluting the streets
Yeah, uh
I just woke up to a blog, said I got beef
My nigga Red facing life, these niggas talking tweets
I thought I told niggas gangstas don't talk
So I never respond, I don't entertain but I keep me a gun
My nigga Boosie coming home, I may be going in
Streets been waiting on Gotti, he be going in
No publicity stunt, I grind the hard way
You fucking with the wrong one, gon' learn the hard way
Homie, frenemies be my enemies
The truth is I know you not what you pretend to be
The truth is the bitch you love was really into me
I fucked the bitch and kept it pushing, I'm a real G
My fault, homie, the truth hurts
What you expect from Gotti? That's in every verse
The hottest nigga out, the gift and the curse
'Cause it made niggas play me, it made me put in work
Bow!
See I'm just in these streets my nigga
And I'm trying, I'm trying to hold back, you feel me
November 19th, we gon' tell it all
Though nigga, you know what I'm saying
Just like that, straight up and down
Uh, I'm in the trap like it's '99
Boy when Gotti speak the streets listen to every line
Boy when Gotti beef, the news report it every time
Niggas talking out of place, need to get in line
Pussy
Now I don't tongue wrestle with niggas holmes
I wanna battle rap, call up Shmac nigga
You know real problems get handled
Bullshit get overlooked
For real
I'm living out a movie, let's rewind time
I ain't have a pot to piss in, now I'm buying time
Hundred on the lawyer, 80 on the yacht master
And I got niggas in the fed that I watch after
Gotta raise his son like he my son
Gotta make sure his daughter don't be like her mom
See gangstas gon' be gangstas, hoes gon' be hoes
And when you doing time, nigga that's a lonely road
If you got some real niggas, you gon' need 'em now
If you on the street and that's your mans, you need to hold him down
Down, down, yeah hold him down
Make sure he straight, take care of
His family 'til he touch the ground
But niggas ain't real no more
In a perfect world, you know, this how it'll go
So I stay solid with my niggas, real niggas, distinct
If he ain't part of my team, don't give a fuck how you think
Don't give a fuck how you eat, that ain't no business of mine
It's just me and my youngins and we consistently grind
We cool, we fine, we great, we good
We trap, we rap, we corporate, we hood nigga
Hah, we good nigga
Say let a nigga get some of this motherfucking, legit money
That's where they fucked up at, you know what I'm talking about
Yeah
We got that dirty money nigga, that shoe
Box money nigga, you know what I'm saying
And they let the motherfucking check clear
Turn up
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Writer(s): Mario Mims, Brandon Henshaw
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