Letra de I’m Out - Yo Gotti

(Feat. [])

See, I look at this shit like football, you know what I'm sayin'?

Ayy, this that NFL, nigga (June, you're a genius)

Never felt love

Never found love

And of course

No fake love

I survived the streets (Streets), and never been touched (Touched)

They call it manifestin', I just never lost a crush

Niggas actin' sus (Sus), you should call 'em sis (Huh?)

And I ain't homophobic, you just actin' like a bitch

Free that nigga— that shit foul as it gets

Openin' up the 'Gram, watchin' his homeboy snitch

Hurt me to my heart (Heart), sickness in my stomach (Stomach)

Seein' him in that courtroom make me wanna vomit (Ugh)

Ayy, free them niggas for real

Ayy, we prayin' for you, my nigga, we know what you goin' through

I got rich and started stressin', this a curse or it's a blessin'?

We spend millions on security, but they still ain't no protection

I'm in NY with my weapon (Weapon), I'm in LA with my weapon (Weapon)

I'm on offense, I'm on defense, play with me, I'm star steppin'

My Phantom just get driven (Driven), I wake up with adrenaline (I'm nervous)

We never said don't love your bitch, just don't put her in your business (You heard me?)

That's pressure on your children (You heard me?), they mama now a witness (A witness)

Her family just diss him because that shit can't be forgiven (And that's that)

Big Gotti, yeah, I'm cocky (Cocky)

Three-carat tennis chain on my bitch and that shit rocky (Rocky)

Yeah, I ain't talkin' boxin'

Floors full of white and ice, no hockey

Pots on stoves, niggas cookin' it like hibachi

Niggas fuckin' up the re-up, steady stackin' up the profits

Runnin' 'round here flexin', buyin' watches

Ma, I pray these niggas stop it

Only postin' on my socials, 'cause I ain't social

Ayy, that's Gotti, he paranoid, don't approach him

And you know he got that toaster

And you know he havin' motion

Somethin' big, one in the head, that shit ain't sittin' inside no holster

Ain't never acceptin' no ho shit, that nigga there gon' be vocal

Just bought a crib on the coastal, he ain't goin' back and forth with no locals

Ain't goin' back and forth with no dealer

You want a bad bitch, you can build her

See, I'm the type that don't kiss and tell

I'll never buy a bitch a BBL

But I'll buy a ho a lot of Chanel

Make a wish, I'm a well (Well)

I'm a gangster and a player (Player)

How she yours if you pay her?

How she mine, half-naked?

On the 'Gram, can't respect it (Can't)

Real nigga, I'ma check it (Check it)

Know the brand, protect it

Reputation and relationships, gotta know your worth

That's a Birkin with no money in it, bitch, you livin' out a purse

And I can't believe you niggas talkin' on these phones (For real?)

Callin' from a jail like you alone, you niggas ain't tryna come home

Damn, they said on the call that they recordin', you not listenin'? (This call is subject to recording and monitoring)

I don't get it, 'cause you ignorin' it

And I just seen a father (Father), tellin' on his son (Disgusting)

And I just seen a drug dealer (A drug dealer?), tellin' on his moms

I'm officially out these streets, nigga (It's over), what have it become?

I got principles and morals, but my feelings all numb (Shh)

Where I come from, every day you wake up, every day you leave the house, you takin' a chance on

Goin' to the federal penitentiary or gettin' killed

All my closest friends gone

You know what I'm sayin'? I know what come with this lifestyle, like

That's why I trip off on these—

That always wanna specify how much they in the street and how much they wanna be street in they hood

Nigga, where I come from, you tryna get out the hood

That's the obstacle, nigga

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