Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label - Gangsta Art

Lyrics to Gangsta Art by Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lehla Samia] Days been cold just like my wrist I'll be used to, I Yeah It's CMG the album, nigga, 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, nigga, yeah (What you know 'bout gangsters' art?) [Verse 1: Mozzy] 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 torchеd 'cause that mean more to mе 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 his glick, but when he blick 'em, they be glitchin' Be discreet 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 niggas ain't gettin' no chicken, they scared of jail, they scared of riskin' These niggas ain't sendin' no hits, they sendin' attempteds, that's the difference [Verse 2: EST Gee] Yeah Niggas got me bent Thinkin' that I'm 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 conscience checkin' (Rrr, rrr) Nigga, 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 Nigga run up, he heard, "Blatt," he gon' die he don't shoot back And it's so many niggas whacked, he must not wanna get me back My opps so pussy, nigga might not do nothin' to me if I left [Chorus: Moneybagg Yo, Moneybagg Yo & Lehla Samia] 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) [Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo] 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 niggas 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' up 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 an H-O-E In an AUG (Three letters), CMG [Chorus: Lehla Samia] 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) [Verse 4: 42 Dugg] Judge just gave my young nigga 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 drop, 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 [Chorus: Lehla Samia] 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) [Verse 5: Blac Youngsta] Feds wanna know my whereabouts, you get a headshot, go against this, your leg shot Young nigga 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) [Chorus: Lehla Samia] 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? [Verse 6: Yo Gotti] Label full of felons, all our entourage jailin' (Real shit) I'll give a pack to my niggas if they ain't sellin' And I'll risk it all with my niggas '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) Nigga, 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) CMG