Yo Gotti – Betrayal

[Refrain]
They tried play me
My own squad tried betray me
Never love these bitches ’cause they played me
Can’t leave these streets because they paid me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 1]
I just got a phone call, it got me rethinking shit
Homeboys and my enemies been on some linking shit
An OG big homie, sucker shit can’t condone it
Catch a body, I’m on it
It’s CMG, now who want it?
I can’t believe you tried betray me
Oh that’s the way you gon’ repay me
Got to stay two steps ahead, too many cats in the fed
Think I broke too much this bread, too many suckers got fed, for real

[Refrain]
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 2]
Death before dishonor how they raised me
Seen the double cross, that shit didn’t faze me
Had the FN with me, upped it on ’em daily
Baow baow baow baow baow, crazy
Double cross, double cross
They killed my lil partner, it’s another loss
It’s murder on my mind, I got bloody thoughts
I hope none of these niggas come piss me off
I heard my lil bitch been out fuckin’ on ’em
Yeah that’s my lil bitch but I cut her off
The hitters gon’ fire when I say
Off with her head, I really mean take it off, literally

[Refrain]
Ayy, they tried betray me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
You made a me, you-you made me a savage
(I’ma make you regret it)
Ayy, you made me a savage (savage)
You had my heart on automatic (automatic, brr)
I used to think you were the baddest
Damn I think your ass just average

[Verse 3]
Ayy, you shouldn’t betray me
Now I’m fuckin’ on your friends on the daily
I’m betrayin’ you
Nah, I’m repayin’ you
I grew up with these niggas from the motherfuckin’ mud
Despite whatever I have and always showed these niggas love
We all was coppin’ bricks and with the shit, we all was thugs
We always had them dreams of bein’ the man and meetin’ the plug
This rap shit jumped off for me, I thought niggas would support me
Instead, they tried to bring a nigga down, federal court me
You my man, you can’t take no stand, you can’t make no statement
We been rockin’ since the sixth grade, how you gon’ betray me?

[Refrain]
Damn, my own partner tried betray me
Thought you would be the one to save me
You played yourself when you played me
I got the key, yeah that’s how they raised me

[Verse 4]
Had to learn the hard way that these bitches just gon’ be bitches
Just fuck ’em, keep it movin’ my nigga, get out your feelings
Yeah, shout out to Sonja, shout out to Sandra
She was married, I still put dick all down her tonsil
These hoes be hateful and these hoes be petty
These hoes ain’t boujee but they always ready
Then act like they regret it
I guess you sorry for the head the other day
All that complaining but all you do is betray
If I was your nigga, bitch you have to find somewhere to stay
Bitch you gon’ have to get the fuck out my house right here today

[Refrain]
’cause you betrayed me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
But in a way this ho just saved me
’cause you played yourself when you played me

[Outro]
I’ll never cross on my niggas
And I, I’ll never cross on my niggas
Played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
Yo played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
I am, still
And when the help come [?], homie don’t you confuse it
Lames gon’ copy, D boys gon’ abuse it

Yesterday – Lil Durk feat. Moneybagg Yo lyrics

Lyrics Lil Durk – Yesterday

I was just starving in them apartments, that sh*t feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that sh*t feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same sh*t yesterday. (x2)

I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, sh*t got me heartless
Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
I came up they say i’m a target
Talking bout how they gone rob me
I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
A nigga try me then I’m popping
Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
Niggas be talking that sh*t need to tell them please (shhhhhh)
I might just shoot em and fly to another region
I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
I bust down a Rollie from 50k versuri-lyrics.info
I really did that sh*t yesterday
I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this sh*t yesterday
OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way.

I was just starving in them apartments, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterdaaay
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same sh*t yesterday. (x2)

Ain’t get the .. before last and It’s not cause of the cash
Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
Because you snitch in the past, .. get on yo ass
My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
Credit Card fraud money handy
Ain’t nobody here like Cary
20 years about going Cary
b*tch nigga I ain’t never scary
Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterdaaay
And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterdaaay
So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty .. heaven gate.

I was just starving in them apartments, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterdaaay
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same sh*t yesterday. (x2)
I ain’t stun that sh*ttt.
Lil Durk lyrics
Video Lil Durk

MoneyBagg Yo – Yesterday (feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang…….Lets Get It!

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, shit got me heartless
Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
I came up they say i’m a target
Talking bout how they gone rob me
I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
A nigga try me then I’m popping
Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
Niggas be talking that shit need to tell them please (shhhh)
I might just shoot em and fly to another region
I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
I bust down a Rollie from 50k
I really did that shit yesterday
I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this shit yesterday
OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Ain’t get the [?] before last and It’s not cause of the cash
Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
Because you snitch in the past, [?] get on yo ass
My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
Credit Card fraud money handy
Ain’t nobody here like Cary
20 years about going Cary
Bitch nigga I ain’t never scary
Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterday
And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterday
So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty [?] heaven gate

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)
I ain’t stun that shit

Blac Youngsta – Letter To Yo Gotti Lyrics

Fuck up, uhh
Cut that shit up a lil bit
You know, um
I was having uh uh uh uh
I was having
Big homie got it the other day
And we was on the phone talking that shit, you know me
Since I been on the road and shit
I been running so much money off this shit
I just ain’t been having the time to talk to big homie
Like I normally talk to em
But you know
That’s my big brother no matter what man
Dying about it
You know and big homie ask me a question
And and and this shit so funny, you know a nigga got to trip
Nigga smart as a mother fucker
That nigga Gotti ask me
That nigga said uh uh
Young nigga you know who who
Who believed in this shit from the get go?
When I signed your shit
I was like who?
Shit he was like me and you
The only us nigga
That nigga said haha
That nigga said nigga
Me and you the only one believed in you young nigga
Haa, I can’t lie to you
I got to keep it G with you
I told him say no more haha
You know uhh big homie
You know uh
I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate you for uh
Changing my life around
Give me a shot where I could put my niggas in position
And take care of my family you know
Any nigga play with Gotti
Imma clear the scene (Fuck nigga lil nigga)
Signed with CMG nigga that was my dream, yeah
I done seen like a whole whole lot of things
I done took a whole lot of beans with my [?] yeah
I appreciate you big homie
For everything that you done
I just want to let you know I’m riding with you with a lot of more than love
I just want to let you know Imma protect you from anything tryna that come
I just wanna thank you cuz you took me out the slums
Real nigga
I was riding around with a trunk full of CD’s in it
A lot of nigga’s they ain’t see my vision the ain’t believe in me
If you ain’t starve with me then you know god damn well you ain’t eating with me
A lot of niggas they was greedy, they ain’t want to feed me
Can’t believe them niggas tried to leave me
Hold up, wait up nigga
I play with hoes, I don’t play with niggas
I don’t shake hands
I don’t have conversations with niggas
Fuck them niggas I’ll spray them niggas
I ain’t trying the leave the game, sit on the bench
I ain’t tryna trade places with niggas
I ain’t doing you no favor nigga
Nah, for what?
Niggas said they want my head
[?] but it was still some love
So they said the want me dead
Tell them niggas hurry up
Tell them I don’t give a fuck
Tell that bitch I wanna fuck
I just want to burn her head up
I got niggas in the feds stuck (Lil bitch)
And I hate when the police put me in them handcuffs (them dicks)
And I know them niggas hating on me they can’t stand us
If you try to reach for my chain
Yall i’ll shoot a fan up
I’ll still fuck Lady Gaga if she had cancer
I remember I was broke (broke)
I was sleeping on the floor (floor)
I ain’t have nowhere to go
I ain’t got to sleep on the floor no more
I could afford me a home now
I ain’t serving out the foam now
I could afford to get you gone now
Aye, I remember when I first signed CMG
You know, I walked in that mother fucker like I just ran some shit
And big homie, I remember you looking like
The fuck wrong with this young nigga
The fuck he coming here talking about
What he finna do
How this shit gone go
This how…
The fuck?
And and and I seen this bald head nigga besides you
I was I like who the fuck this nigga is?
And you was that my lil cousin [?]
And I had already been familiar with him and shit
Cuz I been seeing him through in and out your career and shit
And I was like I want that nigga to manage me
Fuck that, and you was looking like what the fuck?
You was like man look right here
I ain’t letting this nigga go
I could tell, I could tell
And I was like I want that nigga to manage me
I want a new booking for him
I want a check that gon change my whole life around
I want to act like I got money
And and and really be broke
And I think the biggest debate about everything
You gave me the check with no problems
But you gave me a hard time getting beat nigga haha
I’l never forget that shit nigga
I knew he was good nigga
He value to your shit, and you ain’t want to let em go
But I respect you
And I appreciate you for letting him go
You help me make my shit come true
Make my shit big you know
I’m the biggest artist that ah ever hit CMG…facts
Dropped out of high school
Graduated the streets
Got to thank god a nigga got in my teacher
And you can’t thank god only when you need em

Now I love that hoe shit sheisty
It my bitch, fiesty
It my wrist icy
They locked my nigga up
Gave him six lifies
If you a fuck nigga?
You might dislike me
Yeah

I’m in Dubai with your bitch ass up
Don’t you rob that nigga bare face
Young nigga you better mask up
My grandma told me pull my pants up
She said god got the answer
Every time I think about my brother
I’m pouring lean in the phantom
(Rest in peace [?])
My young nigga beat his case
All these tats on my face
I can’t go and get a job
I had no choice but to make it
Lamborginni with the door
Are your sure you want to race
I told that bitch she got to go
Slammed the door in her face
You ain’t rob nobody
You ain’t shot nobody
Nobody nigga, nobody nigga
You ain’t even nobody
This shit was a dream at first
We was all friends at first
I just want to know why you changed homie?
You was on my team at first
We was buddy buddy
We would talk to hoes
We was Kid Cudi
We was dressing alike we was going to school
Acting like we was twin brothers
I would never fuck with you or trust you homie
But I still love you
And if your son even need me homie
Let him know I’m there for you
Their aunty, their mother, forever I’ll love you
When you lost your son I shed a tear for you
Rest in peace [?]
I got shot three times
They tried to put me to rest
It wasn’t time for me to leave
Cuz the lord wanna let me live
You know, I seen that shit like a long time ago and shit
When I use to be there, go down the street
And beat on beat on church wild and shit
And umm hear my freestyles and shit
You know what I’m taking about?
Niggas use to laugh at me and shit
And and and they thought, they thought that shit was funny
You know but I always told niggas, I will be that nigga one day
Know what I’m talking about?
Just wait and see
And umm, look at me now
I grew up poor my nigga, but I’m rich as fuck now
I made a way for my family
When you born rich
You ain’t gon be broke when you get older nigga
Cuz you ain’t got no hustle about yourself
Ain’t nobody thought you how to go get it
Know what I’m saying
So I grew up poor and broke
I slept on the floor
I work for food my nigga
So what that tell ya
Imma be rich forever
CMG

81 – Yo Gotti lyrics

Lyrics Yo Gotti – 81

Only if a nigga knew like
It’s amazin’ what 365 days can do for you
This time last year niggas was like
Talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ budgets and shit
I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeahhh
Nigga business partner with Jay-Z
Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
Emory, what it do?
You see ’em.(81)

Gotta pick ’em wisely
Gotta choose ’em carefully
Got niggas I know that weren’t there for me
Got b*tches I know that don’t care for me
Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined
Why? I’m tryna break CMG
So f*ck that, I’m doin’ mine
They see I’m mad, see they call in the streets, call me back
Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap
In New York with 3 bangers
Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor
I guess the sets won’t taint him
Guess the money can’t change him
Decisions
Homie on probation
Took him up to Roc Nation
Let him meet Jay, told him be patient
Decisions, and lil homie really got it
Trying to tell him wait his turn
He ain’t learn, lil homie caught a body.

9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done.

Biggest year of my career
I feel the pressure, gotta follow up
Same time I can feel the feds
Gettin’ closer, lockin’ niggas up
Decisions
Closer partners, they in prison
Never want to be the biggest
I just want to be the realest
I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter
Not ’cause he a goon, he my nigga (nigga, nigga)
He got the city divided
Bring it together, I tried it
f*ck them lil niggas, I tried it
f*ck them lil niggas, I tried it
I am the king, your highness
You want a problem, well find it
I was too busy gettin’ too many million
Like now the perfect timin’
Let them lil niggas in
They what they do to b*tch
I don’t be trippin’ at all
Whatever come with it, I’m with it
Lil nigga, I swear I’m good for it all.

9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done.

1 million, 2 million, 3
CM9 strictly for the streets
I’m tryna get a twin Piece
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaireee.
Yo Gotti lyrics
Video Gotti

Yo Gotti – 81

[Intro]
Only if a nigga knew like
It’s amazin’ what 365 days can do for you
This time last year niggas was like
Talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ budgets and shit
I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah
Nigga business partner with Jay-Z
Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
Emory, what it do?
You see ’em

[Verse 1]
Gotta pick ’em wisely
Gotta choose ’em carefully
Got niggas I know that weren’t there for me
Got bitches I know that don’t care for me
Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined
Why? I’m tryna break CMG
So fuck that, I’m doin’ mine
They see I’m mad, see they call in the streets, call me back
Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap
In New York with 3 bangers
Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor
I guess the sets won’t taint him
Guess the money can’t change him
Decisions
Homie on probation
Took him up to Roc Nation
Let him meet Jay, told him be patient
Decisions, and lil homie really got it
Trying to tell him wait his turn
He ain’t learn, lil homie caught a body

[Hook]
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

[Verse 2]
Biggest year of my career
I feel the pressure, gotta follow up
Same time I can feel the feds
Gettin’ closer, lockin’ niggas up
Decisions
Closer partners, they in prison
Never want to be the biggest
I just want to be the realest
I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter
Not ’cause he a goon, he my nigga (nigga, nigga)
He got the city divided
Bring it together, I tried it
Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it
Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it
I am the king, your highness
You want a problem, well find it
I was too busy gettin’ too many million
Like now the perfect timin’
Let them lil niggas in
They what they do to bitch
I don’t be trippin’ at all
Whatever come with it, I’m with it
Lil nigga, I swear I’m good for it all

[Hook]
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

[Outro]
1 million, 2 million, 3
CM9 strictly for the streets
I’m tryna get a twin Piece
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire

Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo – Pull Up

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Pull up to the trap
Peekin’ out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I’m shootin’ free throws
Cubans on my neck
That’s a lot of kilos
Pack touch down
So now I’m on reload
Pull up to the trap, (Pull up)
Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
Like I’m shootin’ free, throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
Pack touch down, (It’s here)
So now I’m on reload, (Reload)
[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
(Federal, federal, fed, uh, uh, uh, 2 fed
Federal, federal, federal)
Pull up in my trap car
Hit the trap house dishin’ that dope out
Hop out with that stick out
Please don’t trip out I might flip out
I know a Cuban he don’t speak english
I need a translator
(I need some better talk!)
Give me whatever I need Uncle Sammy
Told me to pay him later
(Throw that shine yeah nigga)
I heard the car pull up outside
I look at the blindfold
(Who that? Who that?)
Yeah my stupid ass baby mama
Think I’m in here with side hoes
(Stupid bitch!)
Bitch I’m in here with nine bows, (Right now!)
[?], (Right now!)
You make a scene causing commotion
Trying to give me some time hoe?
(What you twelve or something?)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap feel like Bankroll
(Fresh!)
Come and take your shit repo, (Give me that!)
Make you take a shit [?]
Hey, hey!
I’m so ahead of them check out my schedule
Gotti and MoneyBagg oh that’s 2Federal
Fuck what they talking ’bout
I’m running up revenue
Go do the same, that’s what you better do
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Pull up to the trap
Peekin’ out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I’m shootin’ free throws
Cubans on my neck
That’s a lot of kilos
Pack touch down
So now I’m on reload
Pullin’ out the trap, (Pull up)
Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
Like I’m shootin’ free throws, (Ha)
Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
Pack touch down, (It’s here)
So now I’m on reload
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
MoneyBagg and Gotti, (2Federal)
I’ts like we got the cheat codes, (Yup)
We talk no more gangster shit and get money with chicos, (Chicos)
CMG the label
And we distribute kilos, (Kilos)
And we’ll spend your money, (On what?)
On foreign cars with two doors, (Ugh)
I’m 2Federal a nigga talkin’ shit [?]
You a little hater fit your carriage carriage
I’ll fuck around and embarrass you
Hold up listen
Tell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me?
Young nigga told me made 100,000 [?], (I believe him)
I was trap or die
Get rich or die trapping, (What else?)
Before I made cocaine music fire, (What else?)
Ran off on the plug with seventy five, (What else?)
I was robbing niggas runnin’ with the gas
(Young nigga grindin’ trying to get a nap)
Where the pints at?
Everybody telling me to drop this shit now
The streets dry
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Pull up to the trap, (Pull up)
Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
Like I’m shootin’ free, throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
Pack touch down, (It’s here)
So now I’m on reload, (Reload)
Pull up to the trap, (Pull up)
Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
Like I’m shootin’ free throws, (Ha)
Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
Pack touch down, (It’s here)
So now I’m on reload

24hrs – Twenty Revenge (12 Am Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
It’s 24 hours
It’s 12:am
Apex a boss
(M-m-murda)
Apex a boss

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
I was young and in heaven
24hrs down at Magic
They try to count me out
I don’t know what that’s about
20 days, 40 reckless
20 boss stuck quick
Girlfriend wanna pick
Regulate what time you sleep
I’m at Follies day shift
Grab a nigga be light
I’m up in the booth flyin’
Eatin’ wings with propane
20, I’ve been the boss
20, I’ve been ran it up
20, it’s my time to shine
20, I’m takin’ what’s mine

[Hook: 24hrs]
I was takin’ opportunities
I was workin’ like it’s two of me
Labels ain’t know what to do with me
All along they was losin’ me
All along they was losin’ me
This 20 revenge, this 20 revenge

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
This 20 revenge, you act like my friends
That shit was pretend
Seen real niggas fold
Never sold my soul
24 finna glow
AMG smokin’ dope
24 finna glow
AMG smokin’ dope
I made my lil young nigga rich
20 a boss and won’t rich
I’m all bout the profit
Y3 in my closet
These bitches ain’t shit
In love with a goddess
I roll by the pound
I swear I’m a smoker
Got 20 on me and 20 on my diamond choker
20 a boss and 20 ain’t trippin’
Come to my city and see how I’m livin’

[Hook: 24hrs]
I was takin’ opportunities
I was workin’ like it’s two of me
Labels ain’t know what to do with me
All along they was losin’ me
All along they was losin’ me
This 20 revenge, all along they was losin’ me

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Big business nigga, me and 20
I’m the king of doin’ it independent
I was sellin’ bricks when they was under 20
Plug was comin’ through and dumpin’ plenty
I be hustlin’ like it’s two of me
They don’t know what to do with me
Cut the check and keep them bitches comin’
Labels know it’s CMG with me
Niggas ain’t want to deal with me
LA Reid, he kept it real with me
He take a boss and make another boss
And he done made a lot of M’s with me
I always kept a private plug
Fuck a bitch I keep it private cuz
This that CMG mixed with Private Club

[Hook: 24hrs]
I was takin’ opportunities
I was workin’ like it’s two of me
Labels ain’t know what to do with me
All along they was losin’ me
All along they was losin’ me
This 20 revenge, all along they was losin’ me