Yo Gotti - Shoot Off Pt. 4 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yo Gotti - Shoot Off Pt. 4 (en) Lyrics
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Ayy, Leo, don't stop me,
this off top part four
Alright, alright, we got
it like ninety bars
Ayy, used to be the fed, now
the paparazzi snapping
Ayy, everybody smoking on somebody,
boy, quit capping
Somebody tell Tay Keith he a
fool, this bitch slapping
Left my last bitch, what happened?
Shoutout my last bitch,
what's happening?
Real nigga, never been the one to pillow
talk, I never seen a pillow
Bitch told me Richard Mille
or bye-bye, I'ma miss her
FN hold baby missiles, it go
through your bone gristle
High security, still tote thе pistol
I don't rely on nan' nigga
Let's have somе fun with this shit
I'ma slow down the flow (Okay)
You know this CM10, this "Shoot
Off" number four ("Shoot
Off" number four)
You see that Phantom and that Cullinan
and that Wraith and the Ghost
I fuck your bitch on a plane,
double back for the throat
I'm investing in crypto
I be texting in street code
Got more watches than jewelers
Want my bitches in plurals
That's more than one a time
If she ain't with it, it's fine
She know I'm busy as fuck, that's
my favorite line (Shoot off)
When the beat breakdown, make me feel
like I'm breaking down them pounds
And my sister [?] in the kitchen
with that newspaper on
the ground (Keep going)
When them bricks came in, me and Nero
had ziplocs in them ziplocs
Standing over that stove, making that
pot go do the beatbox (Go, go)
Joe Biden with the big rocks,
fifty pointers in the Rollie
Trackhawk and a Redeye,
none of my shit stolen
Shirt off in that XL, might
go luxury, uh-huh
Know I keep it on me so don't
fuck with me, uh-huh
I used to ride a four and
now I'm in the Forbes
I used to step on woodgrain
now it's marble floors
I miss the Honda Accord, used
to have a bitch in it
with the bricks in it
Rental trucks tinted with the
sticks in it, yeah, I been
spinning (Twenty-four left)
Yeah, I been winning, big
Gotti big getting it
No feelings, drug dealing, turned
that shit to a business
Solo on all my mission, want
no witness or codefendants
Never put no hoes in the business
No cap, no kidding, I take this
shit to the graveyard
I got a million in that Goyard
I made a half a million out my room,
oh yeah, our trap booming
I'm eating noodles serving consumers
Locked in with the streets,
never move off rumors
Facts only
This that Cocaine Muzik, yeah, I'm
right back on it (Almost there)
Gave my nigga a hundred K,
turned his back on me
Ain't no love in these streets,
ain't no loyalty
How opps beefing with me
but they avoiding me
(Alright, just make sure
I get my credit)
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