Lyrics A MOMENT WITH GOTTI (feat. Yo Gotti) - Yo Gotti , EST Gee

Mmm, mhm, mhm, mmm
Uh

Yeah, real as it get (real as it get)
Plus your favorite rapper been on my dick (favorite rapper been on my dick)
I just was prayin' that they ain't drop me, probably fent' in my piss (FOREVEROLLING)
I told my mama I owe her, she told me, "Shut up and grit" (told me, "Shut up and get that money")
Purebred rednose pit, I train it lay down and sit

They tried boxing me in, but I ain't flinch, it ain't nothing (I ain't flinch, it ain't nothing)
I send 'em, they comin'
I don't pay 'em nothin' under a hundred (I don't pay 'em nothin' under a hundred)
Took off running, but stumbled, got his head turned to a pumpkin (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Plus my sons in abundance, they know they daddy been thuggin'

Even though I know they mama make me show I love 'em with money (show I love 'em with cash)
I'm the king of the jungle, but they ain't vote me the leader (they ain't vote me the man)
I undercut my competers, although it's cheaper, it's ether
Rushin', puttin' it in the freezer, pray it don't clog up his needle (pray it don't clog up his needle)
I'm on Poplar like Gotti, playin' "Touchdown" through my speakers (playin' "Touchdown")
With all my jewelry on in my car, for a nigga ain't touchin' me neither

I just touched down in Houston (what's happenin'?), it's just me and my shooter (let's get it)
I ain't payin' no plugs, I got more free bands than Scooter
Gotta value your past (past) and depend on your future (your future)
How you be with Crips and be with Bloods? 'Cause the money went neutral

If you see me with Geeski, two Lambos and two yeekies
A nigga playin', he leakin', they call me Mr. No-Speakin'
Might be the hustler of the century (I am)
Richest nigga I know still under investigation (I am), tryna duck the penitentiary (damn)
Streets talk too much (shh), please, do not mention me (quiet)
World War 4 if a nigga touch an inch of me

I was up with Gotti, had sent for me (I was up)
Trap from Texas to Tennessee (I was strapped)
Pandemic price like 33, bricks and water was ten a piece (It was ten)
Get it wrapped like a gift from me (get it wrapped up)
It was grey, I do my thing
Turn it blue color, Tiffany, I'm a dog

Fuckin' 'round with that food only way I really eat (the only way that I get money)
Blog and comments don't get to me, I come from out the projects
Ayy, put a mill' in that water, stuck my arm in it, Vince Carter (my arm in the rim)
They thought I died in that Charger, but the shooter ain't hit they target (they ain't hit, they-)
Say y'all blame him for the slaughter, put them in history, the martyr
And switch my car, apartment, walk out, big blick in my jogger (uh)

Notorious like Big Poppa, but I ain't goin' like Chris Wallace (uh)
This city know who the goblins, they beggin' for me to stop it (uh)
The reason they don't ride with toddlers, no sympathy, dump on mamas (uh, uh)
You either in or you out it, and don't even question me about it, nigga (uh, uh)