Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Party, artist - Yo Gotti. Date of issue: 23.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Party |
| 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, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti |
| All my hot girls bop for me |
| Go 'head and drop for me |
| D Boys rock with me |
| Come buy the bar with me |
| Dime pieces smile for me |
| And all my gangsta niggas wild for me |
| Throughout the crowd with me |
| This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring |
| Niggas who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain’t no thing |
| Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it |
| Back pockets hangin' low because I got a Glock in it |
| Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y’all niggas don’t know |
| Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino |
| Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y’all niggas wanna call me |
| Call me for a hot sixteen I’mma shine in the booth like a brand new bling |
| But I don’t sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track |
| Bitches get freaky niggas get crunk and don’t know how to act |
| I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it |
| Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it |
| 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 class then I’m switchin' lanes |
| I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don’t cloud my screen |
| Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they |
| ain’t |
| I’m posted in the club, we can get it poppin' |
| Ya violate 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 play it |
| I’m like all 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, Polo shirt and some Birdmans |
| Still thugged out and it ain’t no secret |
| I got my paper out the drug zones |
| I got my paper out the gutter man |
| Sellin' bud man with my brother man |
| If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days |
| You’d see why Gotti still love the game |
| My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show |
| Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low |
| This for all my street niggas and bitches |
| From M Town to H-Town |
| Free Pimp C, shit |
| Here we come, we keepin' it trill |
| Ain’t no need to ask if you see |
| Ain’t nobody gon' keep it triller than me |
| Myself and I that’s Bun B |
| I’m a G, I’m a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean |
| I’m ball all out with the biggest G’s and spit and throw the sixteen |
| When it come down to the south you know that I’m holdin' the key |
| I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me |
| Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather |
| If the trunk is popped it’ll show in neon get it together |
| Cuz when I pull up at the valet man |
| Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin' |
| Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin' |
| People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us |
| Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us |
| We the G’s and don’t try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it |
| Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited |
| I’m ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest |
| Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone’s invited |