Stay Ur Distance - Yo Gotti.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Mario Mims/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Mario Mims/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
[00:02.43]Ayy
[00:04.18]Ayy, I been quarantined 'cause I ain't ****in' with niggas anyway
[00:07.52]Stay your distance, pussy
[00:10.64]Yeah, stay your distance, pussy (Tay Keith, **** these niggas up)
[00:14.12]First week of that virus, I lost a half a mil' (Five hundred)
[00:16.73]Let's see who gon' survive and who got hustlin' skills (Hustlin' skills)
[00:20.06]Niggas still outside, they must don't think it's real (Niggas still outside)
[00:23.74]Kinda miss Southside, I wanna be in that field (Wanna be in that field)
[00:27.19]My mask Dior, your bitch just hit my phone, I just might smash her more (Bye-bye)
[00:30.47]Gave her the dick, the best night in her life, what else you askin' for?
[00:33.73]Touch my chain, I crash of course (Uh-huh)
[00:36.02]That's one mission you had to abort
[00:37.59]Thug life, nigga, I'm passionate for it (Passionate)
[00:39.35]Back outside, can't find the doors
[00:41.09]Five, six Lam' trucks, five, six Cullinans (Phew)
[00:42.78]Nigga, we back outside, back outside, back outside
[00:46.16]Nigga, we back outside
[00:47.93]Chrome Hearts, Amiris, a million in jewelry (Beep)
[00:49.92]Nigga, I'm back outside, back outside, back outside (Yeah)
[00:53.28]Nigga, we back outside
[00:54.81]Bitch gettin' flewed out ASAP (ASAP), if I like, then tap, tap
[00:58.12]Shit been lit, it's 'bout that time, let them know you back outside
[01:01.52]Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch, we back outside
[01:05.22]Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch, we back outside
[01:08.52]I don't want no handgun, I need an AK (A whole Drac')
[01:12.24]Busted-down Patek (Patek), she bust it down, respect (Respect)
[01:15.67]She don't respect no sucker, street shit from her brother (Yeah)
[01:18.78]And if you cuff her, you gon' have to buy her that Chanel bag before you **** her
[01:21.30]That's on Coco
[01:22.76]Everything Gucci, no logo
[01:25.04]Everything platinum, no promo (Promo)
[01:26.83]Gotti won't go, my bro know, yeah, yeah (At all, at all, at all)
[01:29.90]Pack in
[01:30.70]No rap money, no backends
[01:31.95]Thought he was your opp, now you're back friends (What?)
[01:33.74]That's how a lame get done in, dummy (Bah)
[01:35.59]I want the money on the front end (Front)
[01:37.95]It's murder on all of my run-ins (On sight)
[01:39.68]Twenty-thousand square feet, eight-figure cribs all I can live in (Facts)
[01:43.07]I'm the type follow a nigga bitch, fly her out
[01:45.73]I'm the type pipe her up, show her life about (Yeah)
[01:48.33]She the type wife-like, but not really (Really)
[01:50.85]She match my energy (Twin)
[01:52.49]She like when I stick the thumb in her butt, go'n, let her cum on the millions (Uh)
[01:55.59]Flag on the play, bitches been wildin' out, ain't no more Wildin' Out
[01:59.83]I got a drum like I'm Nick Cannon
[02:01.79]I'm a street nigga, I won a Grammy (Yeah)
[02:03.41]I'ma be good, word to my granny (Yeah, yeah)
[02:05.09]Shawty ass fat just like her mammy
[02:06.70]My bitch a job, shout to JT
[02:08.41]Touched down in Miami, I'm on a ski
[02:10.07]Two-tone Cuban, they eighty a piece (Woo)
[02:11.87]Bricks, spent forty a piece (Woo)
[02:13.79]Dugg want forty a verse (Woo)
[02:15.41]Big Berg in the Honda, the purse (Woo)
[02:17.10]And we coppin' shit in the recession, nigga
[02:21.68]Fire hoes too, you know what I'm sayin'?
[02:23.14]Label tried to give me a new deal for the twenty mil' (What you do?)
[02:26.69]Turn 'em down (Hah)
[02:27.71]Back and forth with the plug, talkin' about numbers
[02:29.47]Pack on the 'Hound
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