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Yo Gotti - Cold Blood / King Shit (On The Arsenio Hall Show) (Live) (2013)

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Yo Gotti - Cold Blood / King Shit (On The Arsenio Hall Show) (Live) lyrics


Yo Gotti – Cold Blood

[Hook: Canei Finch]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
If I could paint a picture
I would show the image of a thug henny
Yeah, run away nigga
Popping pain killers
Praying for a call, four dogs with them pistols
Natural born killers
We sold crack to his mother, he turn his back on his brothers
Killed his partner for the plug
He think everything a hustle
Cold motherfucker
Oh no, I’m black hearted
No feelings, just a gun
We done raved in the kitchens
Not to mention all the holes in his pistols
So homies think the whole world against him
Play ball, coach best him, grandpa
Playing extra, he raised in Mississippi but he moved out to Memphis
Kill a heart with doubt
So homie touch and she grab
This a C trail rap, come fight that slap
Shutdown, do crap, this town back out, damn

[Pre-Hook: Canei Finch]
And from the ground
We build it to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Hook: Canei Finch]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Here’s a voice for the voiceless
My words like multiple choice to the choiceless
Emerge like a search light in the darkness
For this young, black carcass
My niggas either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now
In God we trust But it’s bucks that we worship, now
Boy that root of evil gon’ forever rule the people
See, I seen just what that fast money gon’ come and do to people
Hit a lick, it was a hit
He said, “Let's go and do the sequel”
But his, nigga wasn’t ‘bout it, nigga wasn’t ‘bout it, now
Feeling guilty, "What would Momma think about me?"
Told’ em, think about it nigga, won't you think about it now?
But he was money hungry
Plus he trigger happy
So they hopped up in the Caddy
Burnt his pack, just like a Stevian
Thirty minutes later, blood is leaking at the ATM
Momma in denial, like her baby boy on trial
For a murder that he ain’t commit
Tears soak the handkerchief

[Pre-Hook: Canei Finch]
And from the ground
We build it to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Hook: Canei Finch]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Lights off, no candles, roaches all around the kitchen
Nigga hungry, mom embarrassed so she dumb enough to mention it
Grandma wanna help but mama ego kickin in
She a hustler, she don’t need no help raisin her kids
Bills came, got a reason to stay strong
Swear that she ain’t never shown weakness, real shit
That created the hunger
And that make the monsters
Got the game from our mama and that’s some ill shit
13 on the block, he was a little kid
In the kitchen, on the stove like it’s a cook out
No nigga mouth to the game, could put a book out
Right when he thought it was over he got cooked out (bang)
Planes leaking it, she make them handy but see it coming
Hear the hitters, he won’t focus so he died over nothing
No revenge, with his friends shooting dice
Bet again, when the noose take it off, took out by his own men

[Pre-Hook: Canei Finch]
And from the ground
We build it to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Hook: Canei Finch]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Outro: J. Cole 2X]
They say the good die young, that’s the truth
My nigga floating up in heaven now, that’s the proof
I ain’t make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace
If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me
Nigga maybe we can fly someday
Oh we can fly someday
Yeah up in the sky someday
Do real niggas get to heaven?
That’s that shit I ask the reverend


Yo Gotti – King Shit

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Oh this a hit nigga
With no words on it

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'mma make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag’s insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch
She down to fuck, but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man’s my chain
I’m different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany
You rat, you’ll sing a symphony and I’m back, city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument
Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where they do that?

[Verse 2: T.I.]
L.A. Reid cut the check for me
King shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain’t no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D nigga
Like a vegas strip when you see me, nigga
Your money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke, don’t think there nigga no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And nigga I don’t wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me everything I know
I do whip it, who could care to dip it
Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that’s a motherfucking fact
I'm a real nigga, fuck these rappers

[Bridge: Yo Gotti]
Door up, doors down
When I’m in the club, bitch it's going down
Shawty think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty fuckin head down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
This that dope boy academy,them three letters been after me,(Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete
Young black nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a referee nigga
They blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm chilling
This bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that Im gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'ma real nigga till the death of me
Never sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinx trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to whip a brick up, uh!


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