Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Concealed , by - Yo Gotti. Release date: 19.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Concealed |
| They cooperating with the state, the case concealed |
| Remember Rico, from cm5 shit revealing |
| Jook ran off on the plug, damn near got me killed |
| But that’s my brother so fuck em, ya know what it is |
| Hunnid choppers in the spot, look like Taliban |
| A hunnid niggas already killed, ya know what I’m saying |
| They tried to shut the hood down, we ain’t going though |
| I been to prison, stressing lately, so I’m blowing dough |
| Nigga hurting in the hood, trying to give em hope |
| Bitches tryna throw me pussy, I tell em no |
| I’m a million dollar nigga, don’t excite a nigga |
| Bitch if I go to jail today, would you write a nigga |
| Keep the game concealed |
| I’m tryna tell em how it is |
| Like Migos Bout my M&m's |
| Bitches jocking, niggas hatin, ya know what it is |
| Don’t give no money to no hoes |
| Won’t put money on yo books |
| I told epic I’m bout money, I don’t give a fuck about no looks |
| I don’t give a fuck about no bitches, and they feelings |
| Fuck about no niggas, telling me I’m not real cause I’m winning |
| Give a fuck about no penitentiary no consequence |
| Pussy niggas, I’m diving in it |
| Give a fuck about no gossip, no rumors, won’t respond |
| All this and that, and back and fourth |
| All this social gangsta you on |
| Give a fuck about no bodies, or no murders or no guns |
| Give a fuck about no stripper bitches, even though I throw ones |
| Free C Murda |
| R.I.P to Soulja Slim, nigga |
| If ya got a minute in jail, go and see him nigga |
| Money order, send a picture, that mean ya fucking with em |
| It’s only right if ya hold it down, then ya was thuggin' with em |
| Whenever you see me, you see the sad faces |
| My nigga go to jail, we got the same case |
| Read between the lines, bitch I’m riding for em |
| I’m a rapper and security bitch I’m fighting for em |
| My niggas do a big, I hold it down for em |
| And if the ho a hunnid, I make the time for it |
| Don’t do no talking, straight out the muscle |
| I’m a keep a lot of shit concealed, til the art of hustle |