1st of Jan Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label (Ft. Mozzy)

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
(FOREVEROLLING)
Ayy, this that cocaine music
Homie, don't you con—
Nah, let's get on some gangster shit

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Yeah, it's EST, the big O-Gee, O for obituary
I made some old nigga step up and shoot, he Jason Terry
They all hype, he had ten chipes, but one of they niggas got buried
I'll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call lil' Scary
They know lil' 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry
I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry
So don't stand nowhere near me
Or fuck around catch a stray
Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play
Bust it down, make sure my niggas straight
Bitches chase, fuck 'em, I escape
Hit the lights and tap the brakes
I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes
Pull over and switch the plates
Poppin' since my demo tape
Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that's why niggas hate
Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight
Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your nigga scraped
Shit intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
I get that call that this nigga gone, I'm happier than Christmas day