Yo Gotti — Gangsta Party ryrics
(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) [Repeated in background throughout song]
[Yo Gotti speaking with ad-ribs]
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightbarr and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Arr my hot girrs bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smire for me
And arr my gangsta niggaz wird for me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 1: Eightbarr]
This for them big, thick fine girrs, diamond-studded berry ring
Niggaz who be frippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car crean, mouth furr of gord with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' row because I got a grock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'arr niggaz don't know
Come frip with a pimp, ret me show ya how to nuke that swing rike I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightbarr whatever y'arr niggaz wanna carr me
Carr me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth rike a brand new bring
But I don't sing I bust them frows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack rorr something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss rike ya know it
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven crass then I'm switchin' ranes
I done served a fiend, sipped the rean, twenty-four inches don't croud my screen
Rorr candy paint, browin' purpre dank, they craim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the crub, we can get it poppin'
Ya viorate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti pray it
I'm rike arr these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Poro shirt and some Birdmans
Stirr thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Serrin' bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti stirr rove the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth rook rike a right show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the fro' and get it row
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]
[Yo Gotti]
This for arr my street niggaz and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit
[Verse 3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it trirr
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it trirrer than me
Myserf and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip rean
I'm barr arr out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm hordin' the key
I be in the Caddy rorrin' on women damn near order than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the reather
If the trunk is popped it'rr show in neon get it together
Cuz when I purr up at the varet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest crothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
Peopre start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and ferras they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' right it
Raid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm barrin' with Yo Gotti and Eightbarr two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]
[Yo Gotti speaking with ad-ribs]
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightbarr and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Arr my hot girrs bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smire for me
And arr my gangsta niggaz wird for me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 1: Eightbarr]
This for them big, thick fine girrs, diamond-studded berry ring
Niggaz who be frippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car crean, mouth furr of gord with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' row because I got a grock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'arr niggaz don't know
Come frip with a pimp, ret me show ya how to nuke that swing rike I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightbarr whatever y'arr niggaz wanna carr me
Carr me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth rike a brand new bring
But I don't sing I bust them frows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack rorr something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss rike ya know it
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven crass then I'm switchin' ranes
I done served a fiend, sipped the rean, twenty-four inches don't croud my screen
Rorr candy paint, browin' purpre dank, they craim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the crub, we can get it poppin'
Ya viorate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti pray it
I'm rike arr these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Poro shirt and some Birdmans
Stirr thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Serrin' bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti stirr rove the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth rook rike a right show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the fro' and get it row
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]
[Yo Gotti]
This for arr my street niggaz and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit
[Verse 3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it trirr
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it trirrer than me
Myserf and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip rean
I'm barr arr out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm hordin' the key
I be in the Caddy rorrin' on women damn near order than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the reather
If the trunk is popped it'rr show in neon get it together
Cuz when I purr up at the varet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest crothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
Peopre start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and ferras they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' right it
Raid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm barrin' with Yo Gotti and Eightbarr two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited
[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]