Here are a few sets of lyrics to Yo Gotti songs that you can check up on if you wanted to read them over while you listen. This page does not have all of the lyrics to every song that has been released, but there are plenty good ones that you should check out. There are a few tracks that you may want to look over below. If you cannot find the track that you were looking for, make sure that you check other places or listen closely to the track yourself to see whether you are able to decipher what was said.
Yo Gotti lyrics below:
1. Miami Lyrics
2. Sold Out Lyrics
3. Pure Cocaine Lyrics
1. Yo Gotti Miami Lyrics
(DJ Khaled Intro)
Yeah we gettin money nigga
We gettin money nigga
We the best
It’s DJ Khaled doing that
Big dog Pit Bull, Terror Squad and Yo Gotti
Rick Ross (Ross) Listen…
(Chorus)
Take me to Miami tonight
I wanna party in Miami tonight
(Yo Gotti First Verse)
Ross, yeah tell me what a hundred cost
A hundred on the watch, a hundred on the cross
Hundred thousand dollar car, now that’s a whip
Hundred bullets in the clip, bout to let it rip
Hundred on the vacation, now that’s a trip
I’m down there fuckin with them Haitians, I’m bout to flip
A hundred thousand of them pills, a half a mill
A hundred thousand on the tab, that’ll getcha killed
A hundred hundreds, youngin hell getcha done
In north Memphis we be posted with a hundred guns
Yo Gotti, Triple Cs stamped on everyone
I’m back and forth to M-I-A tryin to cop a ton
(Chorus)
(Rick Ross)
Yo Gotti nigga tell me what the lick read
Sixteen look at me blowin big weed
Seventeen, I stumbled across my first key
Eighteen grand blowed in the first week
On that street shit yeah that’s what we eat with
Turn a half to a whole, sell his ass the remix
I get chickens in flocks, get the Benz in the box
I get plenty of shots just if he big and he box
I supply the supplier, get you higher and higher
Half a brick for the rims, that’s just to admire
Yo Gotti my nigga, when you need em I send em
I’m in debt with the Lord, at least a couple million, Ross
(Chorus)
(Yo Gotti)
I ain’t sold a million records or won a Grammy
But I seen a million dollars worth of nose candy
Miami, that’s the home of the cheap price
Where you can ball and re-up in the same night
Watchin Cocaine Cowboys like this the shit
Fuck a rap career I’d rather have a hundred bricks
Cause this real money right here, right now
I’d be two and a half platinum right now
On my way, goin on a cocaine tour
Alabama, Atlanta, Memphis clean up to Detroit
Only a and our gat hold a hundred rounds
So you can play if you wanna nigga it’s goin down
And I don’t need a manager cuz I don’t trust a soul
One day five birds sold just like the show
Count my own paperwork, make my own decisions
Executive produce my whole album off of movin chicks
2. Yo Gotti Sold Out Lyrics
[Intro]
I’m Yo Gotti!
(Chorus)
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This bitch is sold out
We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain’t what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out
(Verse 1)
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Niggas throwing gang signs, bitches in a frenzy
Lined up outside they said this motherfucker sold out,
Word on the count they said that motherfucker showed out
He ain’t had the platinum on, but girl he broke the gold out
DJ played that gangsta shit, the waitress brought the rolls out
Dope boy fresh, yeah they brought some 24′s out
Them hatas stayed at home, but I bet I brought their hoes out
Ha Ha yeah I said I brought their hoes out
Before I leave their city man, I’m burning up their hoes mouths
(Chorus)
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This bitch is sold out
We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain’t what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out
(Verse 2)
50 dollar hat, hundred on the chain
Thousand dollar jeans, I come to do my thing
50 on the watch, twanky on the ring,
Bass hitting hard, club off the chain
Fire marshal tripping, they want to shut us down
Laws raid the club, they try to shake us down.
Helicopter high, we ain’t coming down
You ain’t smokin these, this shit from out of town
Goons on stage, security in the crowd
Bitches pull my shirt, plus they want my towels
They say you cool as hell, and you ain’t Hollywood
I say I’m real as hell, because I come from the hood
(Chorus)
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This bitch is sold out
We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain’t what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out
(Verse 3)
Wanna book a show, tell me when and where
A half a brick, could be a dro, I’ll meet you there
Hotel exclusive, niggas be playing games
With all that monkey shit, I’m knocking out your brains
I’m a hood nigga, dog I know the game
Nigga want my watch, nigga want my chain
Catch me in your city, walkin through the mall
And I ain’t in your city, if I ain’t strapped dog
I’m a bad bitch, I picked through them all
But I ain’t fucking nothing, if I ain’t strapped dog
Nigga started fighting, fucked up the night
Yeah it’s been a ball, but I gotta catch a flight
(Chorus)
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This bitch is sold out
We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain’t what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out
3. Yo Gotti Pure Cocaine Lyrics
(Chorus)
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine
(Yo Gotti)
Remember me cocaina you like my best friend,
When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in
Far as I remember my nigga my life is full of pain,
I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain
I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain,
I knew right then right there that I would never live the same
I’m like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me,
I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me
But you can’t break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole),
It’s a drought on real niggas you already know
I’m that ether nigga that fish scale,
You that oil base homie you don’t cook well
I’m Yo Gotti the king and I got that young cash,
New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag
All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag,
Young money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed
(Chorus x2)
(Gucci Mane)
Cocaina heavily cooking dope excessively,
Heavy risk activity my god given ability
Hid the bricks in the 6 wait til they get low
Shawty start a lot of problems let her start it off with bricks
Gucci Mane the dope boy point me where the jays at,
Here’s a 50 slab watch my 74 to payday
Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder,
I’m so high I see stone mountain
Gucci got da birds I ain’t talkin bout da Falcons,
Gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon
Hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum,
Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them
Gucci mane bastard cook that dope faster,
Make that dope stretch like an 80 inch plasma
Coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane,
80 in the air man bricks over here mane
(Young Cash)
Yeah, I never thought I would be ridin dirty on I-10 just re-up and flip again,
Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance
Speed limit 65 so I’m goin 62,
Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like an old lady do
Crackers pull me over they ain’t got shit gotta let me dip,
Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn’t make it on this trip
Usually keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full,
Not today on I-10 it’s nothing but me and red bull
Collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man,
Bible on the passenger side yeah I’m a Christian man
Yeah I pray to God let me get these bricks back lord,
Please don’t let these crackers try to search this lil ole Honda accord.
Shit I’m wide awake, I ain’t sleepy so I ain’t gon swerve
Told you I like the traffic when it rain I call em thunderbirds
I’m the only one touch the work so I know it’s all good,
Cause I don’t move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but
