Off Top Of The Head - Yo Gotti

Mic check me

And don’t nobody talk that shit like you, Gotti

Ayy, we got about three minutes on this one

Aight

We gotta give 'em that shootoff shit

Aight

Off the top

Aight

Three minutes

Let’s go

This that CM8, nigga, fuck a tape, this a classic

This that fresh up off the digi scale to the plastic

This that if you go against the hood, shit get drastic

This that in the kitchen flippin' dope like a gymnastic

This what they been waitin' on

Pulled up in that Lamb', nigga, this what they been hatin' on

Plus I put my mans on

I’m the man, I, I’m the man

I made myself a million and started off with three grams

That’s an 8 ball, I ain’t talkin' 8 ball

The hood I’m livin' legend, like I’m 8Ball

I seen straight hoes turn to killers

'Cause you got more money don’t make you realer

I ain’t never talkin' no loss and I ain’t talkin' down on my dawgs

(Nah, nah, keep goin')

And I ain’t goin' to war 'bout no broad unless it’s my mama, nigga

I’m a rich crip,

, I’m Osama, nigga

(Ha, you heard this shit, Leo?)

(I said

, nigga

I need a women like the first lady

So she she can have fourth baby

So I can buy my fifth crib

And get that bitch a whole meal

I can change the floor when I wanna or how I wanna

Do what I wanna, when I wanna

I’ve been sellin' legal, any legal, Marijuana, I’m a hustler, ain’t it

Turn his ass into an organ donor

Run his ass

, you barred

Bitch hurt your heart, you’re scared

I understand, it’s hard

Sike, fuck a bitch and fuck everything about the bitch and fuck her nigga too

And fuck what you’re goin' through and what you’ve been through and who you

came to

I’ve been drinkin' Hennessy thinkin' 'bout the

with 'em

'Til I catch up with 'em and put the TEC to 'em

'Til I catch up with your partners 'cause I’m next to 'em

Then I write him off the list, put an «X» to 'em

(Then go back to CM1, go off)

This that OG cocaine music shit, that shootoff

Back when I was havin' shootouts right in front of

house

Back when me and Grip was breakin' half of bricks down in Big G’s house

Back when me and Dee was skippin' school and takin' hoes to eat out

Back when I got my first crib, we turnt that bitch into a fuck house

Then we start robbin' then we turnt that to the duck out

You can ask my mama, nigga,

bust out

Fucked up so many rooms that she told me to get the fuck out

So I got the fuck out, ran my money the fuck up

Convinced my plug to trust us, then I fucked his sack up

This flow too slow, so I gotta speed it up

Bad bitch, beat it up

Never ever eat it up

I’ma leave her boyfriend for that

Real nigga, frontline

On sight, I’m fine

True hustler bloodline, gotta love that

CM8