Yo Gotti - Stay Ur Distance (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yo Gotti - Stay Ur Distance (en) Lyrics
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Ayy, I been quarantined 'cause I ain't
fuckin' with niggas anyway
Stay your distance, pussy
Yeah, stay your distance, pussy (Tay
Keith, fuck these niggas up)
First week of that virus, I lost
a half a mil' (Five hundred)
Let's see who gon' survive and who got
hustlin' skills (Hustlin' skills)
Niggas still outside, they
must don't think it's real
(Niggas still outside)
Kinda miss Southside, I wanna be in that
field (Wanna be in that field)
My mask Dior, your bitch just
hit my phone, I just might
smash her more (Bye-bye)
Gave her the dick, the best night in
her life, what else you askin' for?
Touch my chain, I crash
of course (Uh-huh)
That's one mission you had to abort
Thug life, nigga, I'm passionate
for it (Passionate)
Back outside, can't find the doors
Five, six Lam' trucks, five,
six Cullinans (Phew)
Nigga, we back outside, back
outside, back outside
Nigga, we back outside
Chrome Hearts, Amiris, a million
in jewelry (Beep)
Nigga, I'm back outside, back
outside, back outside (Yeah)
Bitch gettin' flewed out ASAP (ASAP),
if I like, then tap, tap
Shit been lit, it's 'bout that time,
let them know you back outside
Back outside (Back), back outside,
bitch, we back outside
I don't want no handgun, I need
an AK (A whole Drac')
Busted-down Patek (Patek), she bust
it down, respect (Respect)
She don't respect no sucker, street
shit from her brother (Yeah)
And if you cuff her, you gon'
have to buy her that Chanel
bag before you fuck her
That's on Coco
Everything Gucci, no logo
Everything platinum, no promo (Promo)
Gotti won't go, my bro know, yeah,
yeah (At all, at all, at all)
Pack in
No rap money, no backends
Thought he was your opp, now
you're back friends (What?)
That's how a lame get
done in, dummy (Bah)
I want the money on the
front end (Front)
It's murder on all of my
run-ins (On sight)
Twenty-thousand square feet,
eight-figure cribs all
I can live in (Facts)
I'm the type follow a nigga
bitch, fly her out
I'm the type pipe her up, show
her life about (Yeah)
She the type wife-like, but
not really (Really)
She match my energy (Twin)
She like when I stick the thumb
in her butt, go'n, let her
cum on the millions (Uh)
Flag on the play, bitches been wildin'
out, ain't no more Wildin' Out
I got a drum like I'm Nick Cannon
I'm a street nigga, I
won a Grammy (Yeah)
I'ma be good, word to my
granny (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty ass fat just like her mammy
My bitch a job, shout to JT
Touched down in Miami, I'm on a ski
Two-tone Cuban, they eighty
a piece (Woo)
Bricks, spent forty a piece (Woo)
Dugg want forty a verse (Woo)
Big Berg in the Honda, the purse (Woo)
And we coppin' shit in
the recession, nigga
Fire hoes too, you know
what I'm sayin'?
Label tried to give me a new deal for
the twenty mil' (What you do?)
Turn 'em down (Hah)
Back and forth with the plug,
talkin' about numbers
Pack on the 'Hound
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