Shoot Off Pt. 4 Lyrics by Yo Gotti
Aye, used to be the fed, now the paparazzi snappin’
Aye, everybody smokin’ on somebody, boy, quit cappin’
Somebody tell Tay Keith he a fool, this bitch slappin’
Left my last bitch, what happened?
Shout out my last bitch, what’s happenin’?
Real n****, 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’, n****
Let’s have somе fun with this shit
I’ma slow down the flow
You know this CM10, this 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 investin’ in crypto
I be textin’ 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
When the beat break down, make me feel like I’m breakin’ down them pounds
And my sister Tashel’s in the kitchen with that newspaper on the ground
When them bricks came in, me and Nero had Ziplocs in them Ziplocs
Standing over that stove, makin’ that pot go do the beatbox
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
Aye, 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 spinnin’
Yeah, I been winnin’, big Gotti big gettin’ it
No feelings, drug dealin’, turned that shit to a business
Solo on all my missions, 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 boomin’
I’m eating noodles, serving consumers
Locked down with the streets, never move off rumors
Facts only
This that Cocaine Muzik, yeah, I’m right back on it
Gave my n**** a hunnid K, turned his back on me
Ain’t no love in these streets, ain’t no loyalty
How opps beefin’ with me but they avoidin’ me