Stay Ur Distance

Stay Ur Distance - Yo Gotti

Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Composed by：Mario Mims/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Ayy

Ayy I been quarantined 'cause I ain't f**kin' with n***as anyway

Stay your distance p***y

Yeah stay your distance p***y

Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

First week of that virus I lost a half a mil'

Five hundred

Let's see who gon' survive and who got hustlin' skills

Hustlin' skills

N***as still outside they must don't think it's real

N***as still outside

Kinda miss Southside I wanna be in that field

Wanna be in that field

My mask Dior your b***h just hit my phone

I just might smash her more

Bye-bye

Gave her the d**k the best night in her life

What else you askin' for

Touch my chain I crash of course

Uh-huh

That's one mission you had to abort

Thug life n***a I'm passionate for it

Passionate

Back outside can't find the doors

Fivе six Lam' trucks five six Cullinans

Phew

N***a we back outsidе back outside back outside

N***a we back outside

Chrome Hearts Amiris a million in jewelry

Beep

N***a I'm back outside back outside back outside

Yeah

N***a we back outside

B***h gettin' flewed out ASAP

ASAP

If I like then tap tap

S**t been lit it's 'bout that time let them know you back outside

Back outside

Back

Back outside b***h we back outside

Back outside

Back

Back outside b***h we back outside

I don't want no handgun I need an AK

A whole Drac'

Busted-down Patek

Patek

She bust it down respect

Respect

She don't respect no sucker street s**t from her brother

Yeah

And if you cuff her

You gon' have to buy her that Chanel bag before you f**k her

That's on Coco

Everything Gucci no logo

Everything platinum no promo

Promo

Gotti won't go my bro know yeah yeah

At all at all at all

Pack in

No rap money no backends

Thought he was your opp now you're back friends

What

That's how a lame get done in dummy

Bah

I want the money on the front end

Front

It's murder on all of my run-ins

On sight

Twenty-thousand square feet eight-figure cribs all I can live in

Facts

I'm the type follow a n***a b***h fly her out

I'm the type pipe her up show her life about

Yeah

She the type wife-like but not really

Really

She match my energy

Twin

She like when I stick the thumb in her butt go'n

Let her cum on the millions

Uh

Flag on the play b***hes been wildin' out ain't no more Wildin' Out

I got a drum like I'm Nick Cannon

I'm a street n***a I won a Grammy

Yeah

I'ma be good word to my granny

Yeah yeah

Shawty a*s fat just like her mammy

My b***h a job shout to JT

Touched down in Miami I'm on a ski

Two-tone Cuban they eighty a piece

Woo

Bricks spent forty a piece

Woo

Dugg want forty a verse

Woo

Big Berg in the Honda the purse

Woo

And we coppin' s**t in the recession n***a

Fire h*es too you know what I'm sayin'

Label tried to give me a new deal for the twenty mil'

What you do

Turn 'em down

Hah

Back and forth with the plug talkin' about numbers

Pack on the 'Hound

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