Gangsta Art

作词 : Aja Ayanna Cruz)/Demario White/George Stone III/Jack Richmeier/Lehla Samia Harmon/Malikov Bulat Radikovich/Mario Mims/Salomon Naar/Sammie Benson/Timothy Patterson

作曲 : Aja Ayanna Cruz)/Demario White/George Stone III/Jack Richmeier/Lehla Samia Harmon/Malikov Bulat Radikovich/Mario Mims/Salomon Naar/Sammie Benson/Timothy Patterson

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lehla Samia]

Day's been cold, just like my ring

I'll be used to I (Yeah)

It's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?

History (Day's been worse just like my week)

You never seen this many gangsters in the same squad (What you know 'bout gang? Oh, oh)

You never seen this much money with no issues, know what I'm sayin'?

You never seen this many big dawgs come together, nigga, yeah (What you know 'bout gang? Oh, oh)

[Verse 1: Mozzy]

Extortion still exists (Yeah)

Orchestrate the blitz

When we was kids, I thought that corner'll make me rich

It's forfeit 'til I'm torched 'cause that mean more to me than this bitch

Give a **** about you hustle, that don't mean more to mе than these skits (Yeah)

Scorin' up with thеse sticks, if you don't pour enough, I ain't sippin'

Threw switches on this blick, but, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'

Be discrete an keep yo' distance, when it get greasy you can't fix it

Always somebody in yo' mentions

Bitch, you givin' the feds assistance

They be givin' the feds descriptions

I'm bangin' the red division

My brother ain't here to sip with me, so, I'm pourin' out red prescription

These niggas ain't get no chicken, they scared of jail, they scared of riskin'

These niggas ain't sendin' no hits, they sendin' attempted, that's the difference (Yeah)

[Verse 2: EST Gee]

Niggas gang, we been

Thinkin' that we goin', like I ever went (Thinkin' that we goin')

On the phone with Chase, locked my account, like, the hell I spend?

One thing I ain't know is how it'd go when the feds hit (I ain't know that)

Same feelings yo' man get, chop' hit his top and his dreads went (Bllrd, blrdd)

Playin' cool, they playin' you like a fool

I learned my lesson (I learned my lesson)

Know they tellin'

No point bein' in these streets without yo' weapon

[?] trillin', ridin' through my section

I'm better off than threatenin'

He just pussy, wet him

I'm protected (Bllrd)

That's my conscious checkin', nigga (Blrrd, blrrd)

Nigga, what you tryna do?

It's already time to come down to it

When they huddled up against out Draco, knock they crowd loose

All these trials never break me down, mama [?]

These the last two Yerks, I chewed them first before I ever found Duke

Ridin' through, Yeke on my lap, cars back to back

Nigga run up, he heard, "Blatt"

He gon' die and not shoot back

And there's so many people whacked

He must not wanna get me back

My opps so pussy, nigga might not do nothin' to me if I left

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lehla Samia]

Day's been cold, just like my ring

I'll be used to I

Every picture I paint must be vivid

(Day's been worse just like my week)

Blood, sweat and tears on the canvas (What you know 'bout gangster? Oh, oh)

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]

Never got nowhere bein' the nice guy (Nah)

Me, I got it, but, jit know the price high (Up)

Proud of Mark, I came out the house high

Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (Frr)

Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (Ayy)

Twenty Phantoms get chauffeured by José (Skrrt)

Book me out the states, they gotta translate

How could nigga think we on the same page? (Huh)

Everybody gon' shine together

We grind together

Get caught, do the time together (Gang)

Bitch, I'm a rebel, this a fraternity

Throwin' them signs, I be with the steppers

Millionaire at a early age

This the lifestyle of the young and paid

I done took my talent to the global stage

Look at him pourin' drink at the VMAs

Stick it to the same rule (What's that?)

No new friends, same old dudes

Got no receiver, paid all dudes

Should've went diamond, I dropped Juice

Underneath my pillow with a AR B

Paint a ugly picture, gangster A-R-T

In a SRT with a H-O-E

In a AUG, CMG (Three letter)

[Chorus: Lehla Samia]

Day's been cold, just like my ring (This is a pre-paid collect call from ****)

I'll be used to I (An inmate at ****)

Hate these words just like my (This call is subject to recording, and monitoring)

What you know 'bout gangster? Oh, oh (To accept charges, press one)

[Verse 4: 42 Dugg]

Judge just gave my young nigga a nat, hope I ain't next

Prosecutor been readin' my messages, she got me stressed and shit

Run off, I better not catch the bitch

Fell out with my bestest mans

I done dodged a few broad days, shout that F&N

Dugg did what? Bitch, guess again

Price just dropped, I'm taxin' still

Why you rat, I'm askin' Will?

Why you rat, I'm askin' G

Youngin turned me G and [?]

Stack my money and have some kids

Gotti did just what it is

CMG a hundred years

[Chorus: Lehla Samia]

Day's been cold, just like my ring

I'll be used to I (It was another dangerous night in Memphis)

Hate these words just like my (With police responding to multiple shootings across the city)

What you know 'bout gangster? Oh, oh (The activist tried to make the city safe)

[Verse 5: Blac Youngsta]

Feds wanna know my whereabouts

You get a headshot

Go against this and leg shot

Young nigga pulled up in a Demon with that choppa

He a demon, you get a red dot

Real gangster out in Memphis

Book me for a show, I'm doin' the [?]

Mama told me she can picture me on the front row of the GRAMMYs with my legs crossed

2015, I was burnin' lights in the Hellcat

Bought my bro a Scat Pack

He crossed me out, so I fell back (Facts)

When the bum land, he say it didn't land

But, you know I smell that (What's that?)

He sold his soul to the Devil when he tried to sell that (I want your soul)

[Chorus: Lehla Samia]

Day's been cold, just like my ring

I'll be used to I

Hate these words just like my

What you know 'bout gangster? Oh, oh

[Verse 6: Yo Gotti]

Label full of feelings, all our entourage chillin' (Real shit)

I'll give a pack to my niggas if they ain't sellin'

And, I'llrisk it all for my niggas 'cause they ain't tellin' (They ain't tellin')

First, you get the money, then I mail it

FIrst, you roll a [?] and I inhale it

My bitch like Keisha off a Billy (Billy)

Vacuum seal the pack, you can't smell it

That's a ton in the truck, you can't mail it

I been eatin' spaghetti with a lobster

Nigga, I'm a mother****in' mobster

CEO that's runnin' with the robbers

We get paid on [?] it ain't no problem

Platinum packs and choppers

They make the news and the charts

Who turned this gangster shit into a art? Us

CMG