Tag: DUI

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[Verse]
Put a couple bitch niggas on, now they talk back
Now they pray on my fall, better fall back
Hit ’em whip ’em dismissing ’em all never call back
Stumble mumbling niggas with words what you call rap
Man this shit is a catastrophe
My next bars coming up are an analogy of savagery
The blood straight thicker than water I’m going drrrrr for the family
So I hit ’em wit a semi automatic
I’m running these niggas static
They bleeding I made it g-g-g-g-g-graphic
I’m killing and wreaking havoc destroying every dynamic
I’m putting niggas in plastic
My reach is fucking organic
They broken I’m the mechanic
They stole it I took it back then replaced it with something magic
Completely different and classic
The size of the fucking planet
Gigantic and so galactic volcanic and so sporadic
These niggas tried to put boi Dax to sleep
I go hard 24/7 days a week
I’m strong they weak
I put you niggas on ya feet
You can’t compete today, ye
Let ’em have it, have it
Want something you better go grab it, grab it
Ain’t beefing with niggas they average, average
Vegetarian niggas you cabbage ,cabbage
Wasn’t even a friend
They hopping up on the trend
They tried to put me to bed no damage, damage
Now I’m stacking the bands
And living life on the edge
They jealous broke and depressed
I’m lavish, lavish
Ya you niggas can’t rap with me
You ass you cheeks
You living in a fantasy
I tried to turn you into gold like it was alchemy
You passed on me
And now you fucking after me
See I’m as good as good gets, you niggas good at best
My bests better than the best when my bests at rest
I’m like zion when I’m rappin niggas can’t contest
My bars dunking on yo head because you lack context
You the niggas in the gym who do nothing but flex
With no weight on the bar pushing off yo chest
Then act like you stronger then that one huge nigga in the gym
Who can curl your whole weight for reps
You crazy lazy your hate don’t phase is pays me
10x what you make daily
What I made this year is equivalent to what you’ll by the time your 80
Fucking wit the rhythm hit em with precision
I don’t ever miss ’em my bars like guns no safety
Put ’em position, then I let ’em diss ’em
Then I had to kill ’em you tried I applaud your bravery
How you try to play me like that
I got the mop so it’s impossible for me to be trash
You really thought that I would stop I’m putting niggas on blast
Unleash the beast
Kamehameha on ya ass
Where you at I better see you react like Shaq
No homo I’m finna Dontai nut yo ass
No slow mo, I’m going so fast
Fucking a bag
Fuck it I’m mad
Fuck it you had
I gave you a chance again
Janitor janitor janitor another reference
You stupid if you think that silly word cud diminish this mufukin’ excellence
This is effortless, I shouldn’t be so generous
Switched on niggas no Ellen DeGenerous
Say my name like Destiny’s Child
You say it only to get relevant
Your irrelevant niggas can’t grind how I grind
Shine how I shine
Rhyme how I rhyme
Youtube rapper or mainstream rapper
After I drop this nigga I’m top 5
Niggas wanna bang on my line like a tuxedo like we all got ties
No beef five guys try to rap in this beat you’ll drive get stopped like a DUI
Y’all lack originality the insecurities you tried to place upon me are what you have in actuality
Continue the hate y’all focused on me I’m focused on me
Thats double my pay plus tip
I just quadrupled my rate, then flip drop shipped in every state
Y’all hating on me I’m praying for you and that’s the mufuking reason you can’t be great
They crazy
These wack ass rappers gotta play me
I am your father your my babie
They bit my style now I got rabie
Who get ’em moving like this
Who gets ’em grooving like this
Niggas be moving on my go
Niggas been lying on him
Bitches been trying to get it
Wiggity wack and they all know
Nigga it’s plain to see
Dax nigga I’m the one they pay to see
Finish niggas finish like A to Z
Uh, fucking up a bag while I talk my shit
I done made a couple million wit no radio hits
They say Dax can’t rap, what the fuck this is
Head bopping with a frown when they play my shit

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Let’s get it
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They like God damn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you’re bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain’t raise no hoe, ha

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one [?]
Pay for it you gotta buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & French Montana]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on you (choppas style)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
‘Rarri sittin’ low, smokin’ on the loud (skrt skrt)
[?] dropped the bags off find an Uber
Catch me with the models up in dyckman smokin’ hookah (haan)
I took her from a hooptie to a Benz, ha (haan)
From the projects to the crib with a fence, ha (haan)
She double-bag fuck me with her friends, ha (haan)
Then we jump right back to that bread, ha (haan)
Choppa style, ridin’ with a shotty
Two-fifty on my wrist
Tryin’ to soak all my body, ha

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
The beat is classic, but so am I
I [?] out the plastic to get ’em high
She rolled a diesel now we’re drunk, there’s a DUI
Bitch, [?] kids, between you and I (you and I)
Pop pop that pussy for a rich nigga
Girl you too real for a bitch nigga
I seen you with your friend, I wanna get with you
Y’all look good together, bring your bitch with you
You get money (ha)
You a honey (ha)
Heard your homie got that loud shit
They call it [?], ooh
You make it rain (ha)
There’s a thunderstorm
Your real niggas with you, they your day ones (hey)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

Sometimes you’re alive
Sometimes you are dead inside
With the time to read between the lines of life and death
Sometimes it’s okay
Sometimes it’s the worst thing ever
Hopefully you work it off and get a DUI

You will see that it’s not so bad
There’s always tomorrow

Bottom of the glass
At this point you’ve made an ass
And your friends will let you know tomorrow

I’m so tired

One more glass to go
Where this ends we’ll never know