Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label – Gangsta Art Lyrics

Gangsta Art Lyrics by Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label (feat. 42 Dugg, EST Gee, Mozzy, Lehla Samia & Blac Youngsta)

Days been cold just like my wrist
I’ll be used to, I
It’s CMG the album, n****, you know what I’m sayin’? (Paint these words just like my whips)
History (What you know ’bout gangsters’ art?)
You ain’t never seen this many gangsters in the same squad (Days been cold just like my wrist)
You ain’t never seen this much money with no issues (I’ll be used to, I)
Know what I’m sayin’? (Paint these words just like my whips)
You ain’t never seen this many big dogs come together, n****, yeah (What you know ’bout gangsters’ art?)

Extortion still exists (Yeah)
Orchestrate the blitz
When we was kids, I thought that corner’ll make me rich
It’s forced until I’m torched ’cause that mean more to me than this bitch
Give a fuck about your hustle, that don’t mean more to me than these skits (Yeah)
Scorin’ up with these sticks, if you don’t pour enough, I ain’t sippin’
Threw switches on this blick, but when he blick ’em, they be glitchin’
Be discrete and keep your distance, when it get greasy, you can’t fix it
Don’t be subbin’ me in your mentions, bitch, you givin’ the feds assistance
They be givin’ the feds descriptions
I’m bangin’ the red division
My brother ain’t here to sip with me, so I’m pourin’ out red prescription
These n***** ain’t get no chicken, they scared of jail, they scared of riskin’
These n***** ain’t sendin’ no hits, they sendin’ attempteds, that’s the difference

N***** got me bent
Thinkin’ that we goin’ like I ever went (Thinkin’ that I’m goin’ or somethin’)
On the phone with Chase, locked my account, I’m like, “The hell I spent?” (Fuck ’em)
One thing I ain’t know is how it’d go when the feds hit (I ain’t know that)
Same feelings your man get, chop hit his top and his dreads twist (Yeah, you know that, rrr, rrr)
Playin’ cool, they play you like a fool, I learned my lesson (I learned my lesson)
No to tellin’
No to bein’ in these streets without your weapon
PJ chillin’
Ridin’ through my section
I better not feel threatened (Better not feel threatened)
He was pussy, wet him (Wet him)
I’m protected (Rrr, rrr)
That’s my conscious checkin’ (Rrr, rrr)
N****, what you tryna do is all that it come down to
When they huddled up against us, Draco knocked they crowd loose
All these trials never break me down, my morale boost
These the last two yerks, I chewed ’em first before I found dude
Ridin’ through, yeeky on my lap, cars back to back
N**** run up, he heard, “Blatt,” he gon’ die he don’t shoot back
And it’s so many n***** whacked, he must not wanna get me back
My opps so pussy, n**** might not do nothin’ to me if I left

Days been cold just like my wrist, I’ll be used to, I

Every picture I paint must be vivid (Paint these words just like my wrist)
Blood, sweat, and tears on the canvas (What you know ’bout gangsters’ art? Go)

Never got nowhere bein’ the nice guy (Nah)
Yeah, I got it, but just know the price high (Up)
Prada martyr, I came out the house fly
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (Frr)
Diamonds sluggin’, I’m back to my old ways (Ayy)
Tinted Phantom, gettin’ chauffeured by José (Skrrt)
Book me out the states, they gotta translate
How could n***** think we on the same page? (Huh?)
Everybody gon’ shine together, we grind together, get caught, do the time together (Gang)
Bitch, I’m a rebel, this a fraternity, throwin’ them signs, I be with the steppers
Millionaire at an early age
This the lifestyle of the young and paid
I done took my talent to the global stage
Look at him pourin’ drank at the VMAs
Stickin’ to the same rules (What’s that?)
No new friends, same old dudes
Got no receipt, but paid all dues
Should’ve went diamond, I dropped jewels
Underneath my pillow where the AR be
Paint an ugly picture, gangster A-R-T
In an SRT with a H-O-E
In an AUG (Three letters), CMG

Days been cold just like my wrist (Hello, this is a pre-paid collect call from)
I’ll be used to, I (An inmate at—)
Paint these words just like my whips (This call is subject to recording and monitoring)
What you know ’bout gangsters’ art? (To accept charges, press one)

Judge just gave my young n**** a nat, hope I ain’t next
Prosecutor been readin’ my messages, she got me stressed and shit
Run off, I better not catch the bitch
Fell out with my bestest mans
I done dodged a few broad days, shoutout that F&N
Dugg did what? Bitch, guess again
Prices dropped, I’m taxin’ still
Why you rat? I’m askin’ Will
Why you rat? I’m askin’ G
Young and turnt, me, G, and Drizz
Stack my money and have some kids
Gotti, this just what it is
CMG a hundred years

Days been cold just like my wrist
I’ll be used to, I (It was another dangerous night in Memphis)
Paint these words just like my whips (With police responding to multiple shootings across the city)
What you know ’bout gangsters’ art? (The activist tried to make the city safe)

Feds wanna know my whereabouts, you get a headshot, go against this, your leg shot
Young n**** pulled up in a Demon with that chopper, he a demon, you get a red dot
Real gangster out in Memphis, book me for a show, I’m doin’ every slot
Mama told me she can picture me on the front row of the Grammys with my legs propped (Yeah)
2015, I was burnin’ lights in the Hellcat (Hellcat)
Bought my dog a Scat Pack, he crossed me out, so I fell back (Facts)
When the bomb land, he say it didn’t land, but you know I smell that (What’s that?)
He sold his soul to the devil when he tried to sell that (I want your soul)

Days been cold just like my wrist
I’ll be used to, I
Paint these words just like my whips
What you know ’bout gangsters’ art?

Label full of felons, all our entourage jailin’ (Real shit)
I’ll give a pack to my n***** if they ain’t sellin’
And I’ll risk it all with my n***** ’cause they ain’t tellin’ (They ain’t tellin’)
First you get the money, then I mail it
First you roll the truffle, then inhale it
My bitch look like Keisha off of Belly (Belly)
Vacuum seal the pack, you can’t smell it (Woo)
That’s a ton in the truck, you can’t mail it
I been eatin’ spaghetti with the lobster (Lobster)
N****, I’m a motherfuckin’ mobster
CEO that’s runnin’ with the robbers
We get paid on time, they don’t want no problems
Platinum plaques and choppers (Choppers)
They made the news and the charts (Charts)
Who turned this gangster shit into an art? (Us)

Credits & Song Knowledge
Song Title: Gangsta Art
Performed by: Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label (feat. 42 Dugg, EST Gee, Mozzy, Lehla Samia & Blac Youngsta)
Written by: Demario White, George Stone III, Jack Richmeier, Lehla Samia Harmon, Malikov Bulat Radikovich, Mario Mims, Salomon Naar, Sammie Benson, Timothy Patterson, aja ayanna cruz
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Album: Gangsta Art
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