Stay Ur Distance-Yo Gotti

[00:00.00] 作词 : Mario Mims/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers [00:01.00] 作曲 : Mario Mims/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers [00:02.43]Ayy [00:04.18]Ayy, I been quarantined 'cause I ain't ****in' with niggas anyway [00:07.52]Stay your distance, pussy [00:10.64]Yeah, stay your distance, pussy (Tay Keith, **** these niggas up) [00:14.12]First week of that virus, I lost a half a mil' (Five hundred) [00:16.73]Let's see who gon' survive and who got hustlin' skills (Hustlin' skills) [00:20.06]Niggas still outside, they must don't think it's real (Niggas still outside) [00:23.74]Kinda miss Southside, I wanna be in that field (Wanna be in that field) [00:27.19]My mask Dior, your bitch just hit my phone, I just might smash her more (Bye-bye) [00:30.47]Gave her the dick, the best night in her life, what else you askin' for? [00:33.73]Touch my chain, I crash of course (Uh-huh) [00:36.02]That's one mission you had to abort [00:37.59]Thug life, nigga, I'm passionate for it (Passionate) [00:39.35]Back outside, can't find the doors [00:41.09]Five, six Lam' trucks, five, six Cullinans (Phew) [00:42.78]Nigga, we back outside, back outside, back outside [00:46.16]Nigga, we back outside [00:47.93]Chrome Hearts, Amiris, a million in jewelry (Beep) [00:49.92]Nigga, I'm back outside, back outside, back outside (Yeah) [00:53.28]Nigga, we back outside [00:54.81]Bitch gettin' flewed out ASAP (ASAP), if I like, then tap, tap [00:58.12]Shit been lit, it's 'bout that time, let them know you back outside [01:01.52]Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch, we back outside [01:05.22]Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch, we back outside [01:08.52]I don't want no handgun, I need an AK (A whole Drac') [01:12.24]Busted-down Patek (Patek), she bust it down, respect (Respect) [01:15.67]She don't respect no sucker, street shit from her brother (Yeah) [01:18.78]And if you cuff her, you gon' have to buy her that Chanel bag before you **** her [01:21.30]That's on Coco [01:22.76]Everything Gucci, no logo [01:25.04]Everything platinum, no promo (Promo) [01:26.83]Gotti won't go, my bro know, yeah, yeah (At all, at all, at all) [01:29.90]Pack in [01:30.70]No rap money, no backends [01:31.95]Thought he was your opp, now you're back friends (What?) [01:33.74]That's how a lame get done in, dummy (Bah) [01:35.59]I want the money on the front end (Front) [01:37.95]It's murder on all of my run-ins (On sight) [01:39.68]Twenty-thousand square feet, eight-figure cribs all I can live in (Facts) [01:43.07]I'm the type follow a nigga bitch, fly her out [01:45.73]I'm the type pipe her up, show her life about (Yeah) [01:48.33]She the type wife-like, but not really (Really) [01:50.85]She match my energy (Twin) [01:52.49]She like when I stick the thumb in her butt, go'n, let her cum on the millions (Uh) [01:55.59]Flag on the play, bitches been wildin' out, ain't no more Wildin' Out [01:59.83]I got a drum like I'm Nick Cannon [02:01.79]I'm a street nigga, I won a Grammy (Yeah) [02:03.41]I'ma be good, word to my granny (Yeah, yeah) [02:05.09]Shawty ass fat just like her mammy [02:06.70]My bitch a job, shout to JT [02:08.41]Touched down in Miami, I'm on a ski [02:10.07]Two-tone Cuban, they eighty a piece (Woo) [02:11.87]Bricks, spent forty a piece (Woo) [02:13.79]Dugg want forty a verse (Woo) [02:15.41]Big Berg in the Honda, the purse (Woo) [02:17.10]And we coppin' shit in the recession, nigga [02:21.68]Fire hoes too, you know what I'm sayin'? [02:23.14]Label tried to give me a new deal for the twenty mil' (What you do?) [02:26.69]Turn 'em down (Hah) [02:27.71]Back and forth with the plug, talkin' about numbers [02:29.47]Pack on the 'Hound [02:30.91]Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt [02:34.45]Frrt, frrt, beep, beep, beep [02:37.79]Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt [02:41.29]Frrt, frrt, beep, beep, beep