Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label – 1st of Jan Lyrics

1st of Jan Lyrics by Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label (feat. Mozzy)
 

(FOREVEROLLING)
Ayy, this that cocaine music
Homie, don’t you con—
Nah, let’s get on some gangster shit

Yeah, it’s EST, the big O-Gee, O for obituary
I made some old n**** step up and shoot, he Jason Terry
They all hype, he had ten chipes, but one of they n***** got buried
I’ll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call lil’ Scary
They know lil’ 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry
I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry
So don’t stand nowhere near me
Or fuck around catch a stray
Locals want me catch a case, but I’ma catch a play
Bust it down, make sure my n***** straight
Bitches chase, fuck ’em, I escape

Hit the lights and tap the brakes
I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes
Pull over and switch the plates
Poppin’ since my demo tape
Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that’s why n***** hate
Quarter brick, whole one if it’s fit, fix it, get it straight
Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your n**** scraped
Shit intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
I get that call that this n**** gone, I’m happier than Christmas day

Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n***** day ones, first of January
I won’t accept your loyalty, I know it’s temporary (Yeah, yeah)

I’m the type of n**** build a house with two, three kitchens in it (I am)
I decided we don’t tote no Glocks with no extensions in it (I am)
Ex back on my line, I had her blocked, she like, “It’s been a minute”
N***** tellin’ me slow down for what? N****, fuck your opinion (Fuck ’em)
I just blew a fifty in the Bal Harbour
Lil’ bruh got a million, he a cold robber
I don’t like no problems, let the— solve ’em (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t become a threat or you’ll be gone tomorrow (Brrt)
Man, we slide in Amiri (Yeah)
Walk-in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (Pew, pew, yeah)
Put him on his cycle, leakin’ like on his period (Brrt, yeah)
Pussy-ass n**** know not to play with me, period

Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n***** day ones, first of January
I won’t accept your loyalty, I know it’s temporary (Yeah, yeah)

Don’t take no trip, but all my gangster n***** sign me up
Them .223s over them .45, n****, fire it up
Can’t politic without my presence, I’m the higher-up
The information you possess suggests you wired up
These n***** known for tellin’
We known felons, we rebellions, tryna blow your melon
Free all the thugs, we throw a shell before we throw a sub
Confirmed murders over attempteds, n***** know what’s up
These n***** know it’s us
Ayy, this shit slimy, n****
I put a chain around the neck of all my grimy n*****
Fuck all that rappin’, known for blappin’, I just psyched a n****
She put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on n*****
I told her, “Line him up”

This shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n***** day ones, first of January
I won’t accept your loyalty, I know it’s temporary

Credits & Song Knowledge
Song Title: 1st of Jan
Performed by: Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label (feat. Mozzy)
Written by: George Stone III, Henning Grüschow, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr, Mario Mims, Timothy Patterson
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Album: Gangsta Art

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