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"1st of Jan" is a track by Yo Gotti, from the album Gangsta Art, released 15th July 2022. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Yo Gotti] (FOREVEROLLING) Ayy, this that cocaine music Homie, don't you con— Nah, let's get on some gangster shit [Verse 1: EST Gee] Yeah, it's EST, the big O-Gee, O for obituary I made some old nigga step up and shoot, he Jason Terry They all hype, he had ten chipes, but one of they niggas got buried I'll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call lil' Scary They know lil' 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry So don't stand nowhere near me Or fuck around catch a stray Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play Bust it down, make sure my niggas straight Bitches chase, fuck 'em, I escape Hit the lights and tap the brakes I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes Pull over and switch the plates Poppin' since my demo tape Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that's why niggas hate Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your nigga scraped Shit intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face I get that call that this nigga gone, I'm happier than Christmas day [Chorus: Yo Gotti] Yeah, this shit legendary Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary? All my niggas day ones, first of January I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I'm the type of nigga build a house with two, three kitchens in it (I am) I decided we don't tote no Glocks with no extensions in it (I am) Ex back on my line, I had her blocked, she like, "It's been a minute" Niggas tellin' me slow down for what? Nigga, fuck your opinion (Fuck 'em) I just blew a fifty in the Bal Harbour Lil' bruh got a million, he a cold robber I don't like no problems, let the— solve 'em (Yeah, yeah) Don't become a threat or you'll be gone tomorrow (Brrt) Man, we slide in Amiri (Yeah) Walk-in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (Pew, pew, yeah) Put him on his cycle, leakin' like on his period (Brrt, yeah) Pussy-ass nigga know not to play with me, period [Chorus: Yo Gotti] Yeah, this shit legendary Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary? All my niggas day ones, first of January I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Mozzy] Don't take no trip, but all my gangster niggas sign me up Them .223s over them .45, nigga, fire it up Can't politic without my presence, I'm the higher-up The information you possess suggests you wired up These niggas known for tellin' We known felons, we rebellions, tryna blow your melon Free all the thugs, we throw a shell before we throw a sub Confirmed murders over attempteds, niggas know what's up These niggas know it's us Ayy, this shit slimy, nigga I put a chain around the neck of all my grimy niggas Fuck all that rappin', known for blappin', I just signed a nigga She put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on niggas I told her, "Line him up" [Chorus: Yo Gotti] This shit legendary Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary? All my niggas day ones, first of January I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary
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