As one of the six epicenters of Southern hip hop, Memphis has always had a thriving underground capable of producing major platinum superstars such as Eightball & MJG, 3-6 Mafia and Project Pat,Skip a.k.a Gianni Booker. All of the above-mentioned artists at one point in time literally dominated the city’s underground rap scene before going on to become national superstars. Next up to bat is Yo Gotti, M-Town’s current underground rap kingpin. Like his namesake John Gotti, the Memphis based rapper has been running the Southern underground scene with an iron fist for the past. Known and respected throughout the South for his skill and finesse on the microphone, Yo Gotti is one the South’s most respected young rappers.
Born Mario Mims, Yo Gotti grew up in the infamous Ridge Crest Apartments in a North Memphis neighborhood called Frazier. His childhood was typical for a poor ghetto youth in the Deep South. Raised in a family of hustlers and exposed to hard times 24 hours a day the Tennessee rap titan soon turned to the only thing that he knew could get him paid, hustling. “Being from the hood things like hustling will come your way,” says Yo Gotti. “Everybody in my family hustled in some kinda way.” Ironically, hustling is what ultimately led Yo Gotti to rapping.
Taking his cue from Memphis rap legends such as Eightball & MJG, Al Kapone, Gangsta Black, Triple 6 Mafia and Kingpin Skinny Pimp, all of whom he lists as influences, Yo Gotti released his own underground tape entitled, Youngster on the Come Up and placed it on consignment at local mom & pop record stores as well as hustling it out the trunk. The tape sold like hotcakes on the street and made Yo Gotti the hottest rapper on the streets of Memphis. From the Dope Game to the Rap Game, Yo Gotti’s sophomore effort sold so well that Select-O-Hits, a local based independent distributor offered him a small deal and the Memphis rapper more than doubled his fan base with absolutely no marketing or promotions. Soon he found himself ranked among the city’s top rappers. In addition to being featured on the cover of Murderdog Magazine along side his idols Kingpin Skinny Pimp and Al Kapone his record From the Dope Game to the Rap Game made the list for the magazine’s top independent record for the year 2000.
Two years later he inked a distribution deal with TVT Records and released the critically acclaimed album Life, which did respectable numbers for an independent label. “It sold about 40 or 50,000, with no promotions or video,” says Yo Gotti. “That record did what it did on its own.” But as the old saying goes when one door is closed another opened. Gotti’s reputation as the king of Memphis continued to spread and that eventually led him to a production deal with Cash Money/Universal records for his group the Block Burnaz. With his TVT sophomore album entitled Back 2 Da Basics, Yo Gotti returns with the same hardcore street flavor that his die-hard fans have come to know and love, only this time around the true king of Memphis has elevated his game a bit. Given the fact that his last record didn’t do the type of big number he’d hope for you’d think that Yo Gotti would switch up his style to reach a larger audience. Right? Wrong! According to Gotti his street credibility with his underground fans means more to him than gold or platinum status.
“The one thing that you have to understand is that when you create a fan base off of street product the last thing you wanna do is disrespect them by changing because of the record companies and stuff like that. When you do that you change what created you. To me it is very important that I keep in tune with the people that helped to sell 40,000 records independently. That’s why I call my record Back 2 Da Basics.”
Produced by DJ Thoomp, Mannie Fresh, Carlos Brody and newcomers Street Tunes, Back 2 Da Basics offers fans a gritty, insider’s view into the real streets of Memphis as seen through the eyes of Yo Gotti. Nowhere is this viewpoint more intense than on “Full Time,” the amped up lead single –and featured in the MTV Films’ Hustle & Flow movie - with a thunderous bass and intoxicating beat that espouses Gotti’s formula to success –hustle full time.
“A lotta cats wanna be a rapper or a street hustler but they don’t wanna put in the time that it takes,” says Yo Gotti. “They want the money and the cars and the girls, but they don’t wanna work hard for it. But to be successful at anything you gotta grind for it.” On the song “Mama We Gone Be Alright,” he waxes introspective by reflecting on all of the hard times that he and his family have suffered through the years and offers her hope-filled words encouragement. “Mama We Gone Be Alright” along with the gripping tune “My Story” emerges as two of the most interesting songs on Back 2 Da Basics. These three titles along with club banging songs like “Shorty” featuring Baby make Back 2 Da Basics one of the best albums of the year.
Hunnid
Yo Gotti Lyrics
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You gon' swap it up, slang it out?
You gon' keep it street?
What you gon' do, nigga?
Nigga I'mma re-up, fuck you mean, nigga?
Tell Enrique send my shit to Mexico
I don't even wanna see it
Can't remember last time I got fronted
And the watch that I'm rockin' is a hunnid
I'm in the streets everyday, I'm a hunnid
If you really want beef, we can run it
Pull up on the squad, we dumpin'
Ran off on the plug with a hunnid
Got the mothafuckin' trap house jumpin'
Boy I'm really in the trap, I'm always strapped
Truth be told, I don't really like to rap
I got quarter, halves, slabs, pill, percs and tabs
Really got a pound runnin' laps
Bitch I'm in the hood, really, really, really in the hood
Niggas like, "Gotti, what's good?"
The coupe two hunnid, nigga I be fuckin' up the money
And the drum really hold like a hunnid
I don't know another nigga that done it
Can't remember last time I got fronted
Yeah I remember last time I got fronted
I was like, "Fuck the plug," I ain't bring back the money
I ain't savin' no hoes, it ain't Sunday
Know the alphabet boys, they comin'
I blew a 10 at the mall and a 10 at Kamal's
And a 20 at Magic last Monday
Every weekend I'mma sell a hunnid
Plant a money tree and I'mma be up under it
3 mil' for the condo, new marble floors
And the mothafucka ran like a hunnid
I don't know another nigga that had done it
Can't remember last time I got fronted
And the watch that I'm rockin' is a hunnid
I'm in the streets everyday, I'm a hunnid
If you really want beef, we can run it
Pull up on the squad, we dumpin'
Ran off on the plug with a hunnid
Got the mothafuckin' trap house jumpin'
Aye Gotti, while we're talkin' 'bout a hunnid
With some niggas who ain't done it
That's 45 ki's on a calibrated scale, bitch countin' on her stomach
If you checkin' the math, countin' on your fingers to add
We don't count extras when it's like Tetris
Yuugh, let me dummy down my lecture
Digest, these watches got sister, cousins
My Rollies got missin' numbers
These bezels is blindin'
The 3 and the 9 is like distant lovers
Now guess what I fronted, nigga (Take a guess)
Keeps at 300, nigga (Double that)
I say about 5, I kept it alive whenever you want it, nigga
Maseratis for the monkeys (Fuck them niggas)
Any Dodge for a flunkie
Only one above me is the God in the sky
I'm a man without a country
I don't know another nigga that had done it
Can't remember last time I got fronted
And the watch that I'm rockin' is a hunnid
I'm in the streets everyday, I'm a hunnid
If you really want beef, we can run it
Pull up on the squad, we dumpin'
Ran off on the plug with a hunnid
Got the mothafuckin' trap house jumpin'
I got a hunnid guns, hunnid clips
Swear to God I took a hunnid trips
Million dollars, that's a hunnid flips
Spenin' Niemans at a hunnid rip
A hunnid grams on the kitchen table
Tryna hide a hunnid pounds from my nosy neighbors
I got a hunnid problems but it ain't no hoes
I got a hunnid robbers tryna take my soul
I know a hunnid ways to make a hunnid thou
Ridgecrest public housing
Where I shot my first pistol at
Gotta thank God I made for that
I never joined no gang, I always got my money
I never crossed my partners, 'cause it ain't one hunnid
I sold dope on Saturday then went to church on Sunday
Call my plug and re-upped on Monday
I don't know another nigga that had done it
Can't remember last time I got fronted
And the watch that I'm rockin' is a hunnid
I'm in the streets everyday, I'm a hunnid
If you really want beef, we can run it
Pull up on the squad, we dumpin'
Ran off on the plug with a hunnid
Got the mothafuckin' trap house jumpin'
The song "Hunnid" by Yo Gotti and Pusha T is a track that discusses the hustle and grind of the streets with an emphasis on self-sufficiency. The song begins with Gotti discussing his intention to "re-up" and send the product he has amassed to Mexico. This signifies the international scope of the street culture that Gotti and Pusha T represent, and their desire to build success through their own means rather than relying on others.
The lyrics depict Yo Gotti and Pusha T as experienced, successful hustlers in the streets, with Gotti boasting about his ability to maintain a steady supply of product, avoid getting "fronted" or ripped off, and keep his watch game on point. Pusha T joins in, discussing his experiences with moving large amounts of product, keeping his business discreet, and outsmarting competition. Both artists emphasize their commitment to their lifestyle and their willingness to do whatever it takes to succeed.
Overall, "Hunnid" is an ode to the hustle and grind of street culture, with Yo Gotti and Pusha T emphasizing their hard work and dedication to their craft. The song also touches on themes of self-sufficiency and independence, with both artists taking pride in their ability to be successful on their own terms.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayy Gotti, what you gon' do homie
Yo Gotti, what is your plan?
You gon' swap it up, slang it out?
Are you going to change up your delivery style or stick to your usual slang?
You gon' keep it street?
Are you going to continue rapping about the harsh street realities?
What you gon' do, nigga?
What is your decision?
Nigga I'mma re-up, fuck you mean, nigga?
I will replenish my drug supply and don't question it.
Tell Enrique send my shit to Mexico
Send my drugs out of the country to Mexico.
I don't even wanna see it
I don't want to handle the drugs myself.
I don't know another nigga that had done it
I don't know anyone else who has succeeded like me.
Can't remember last time I got fronted
I can't recall the last time I was loaned drugs.
And the watch that I'm rockin' is a hunnid
The watch I'm wearing costs one hundred thousand dollars.
I'm in the streets everyday, I'm a hunnid
I'm always in the streets and keep it real.
If you really want beef, we can run it
If you want trouble, we can confront each other.
Pull up on the squad, we dumpin'
My squad is ready to fight back if you come after us.
Ran off on the plug with a hunnid
I cheated the drug supplier out of one hundred thousand.
Got the mothafuckin' trap house jumpin'
My drug dealing business is thriving.
Boy I'm really in the trap, I'm always strapped
I am an active drug dealer and always carry a gun for protection.
Truth be told, I don't really like to rap
Honestly, I don't enjoy rapping, but it pays the bills.
I got quarter, halves, slabs, pill, percs and tabs
I have different quantities and types of drugs for sale.
Really got a pound runnin' laps
I have a thriving business and sell large quantities of drugs.
Bitch I'm in the hood, really, really, really in the hood
I am physically present in the neighborhood and am not just rapping about it.
Niggas like, "Gotti, what's good?"
People in the hood ask me how I am doing.
The coupe two hunnid, nigga I be fuckin' up the money
I bought a two hundred thousand dollar car and it's affecting my money making ability.
And the drum really hold like a hunnid
My gun has a large magazine capacity.
Yeah I remember last time I got fronted
I do recall the last time I owed someone drugs.
I was like, "Fuck the plug," I ain't bring back the money
I chose to cheat the drug supplier and didn't pay back the debt.
I ain't savin' no hoes, it ain't Sunday
I'm not interested in saving women, as Sunday is traditionally a day of rest.
Know the alphabet boys, they comin'
I'm aware that law enforcement is watching me.
I blew a 10 at the mall and a 10 at Kamal's
I spent twenty thousand dollars shopping.
And a 20 at Magic last Monday
I spent an additional twenty thousand dollars at a strip club on Monday.
Every weekend I'mma sell a hunnid
I sell one hundred thousand dollars worth of drugs every weekend.
Plant a money tree and I'mma be up under it
If I continue to sell drugs, I will continue to make money.
3 mil' for the condo, new marble floors
I spent three million dollars on my new condominium which has marble floors.
And the mothafucka ran like a hunnid
My condo is large and impressive.
With some niggas who ain't done it
I am with people who have failed at drug dealing.
That's 45 ki's on a calibrated scale, bitch countin' on her stomach
I have forty-five kilograms of drugs on a calibrated scale and a woman is counting them on her stomach.
If you checkin' the math, countin' on your fingers to add
If you're verifying the calculations, you'll need to use your fingers to add.
We don't count extras when it's like Tetris
We don't count the additional drugs like in the game of Tetris.
Yuugh, let me dummy down my lecture
Let me simplify things for you.
Digest, these watches got sister, cousins
I have multiple expensive watches.
My Rollies got missin' numbers
My Rolex watches are unique and have missing numerals.
These bezels is blindin'
The watch bezels are so bright and shiny that they are difficult to look at.
The 3 and the 9 is like distant lovers
The 3 and 9 o'clock watch hands are far apart like distant lovers.
Now guess what I fronted, nigga (Take a guess)
Can you guess how much I loaned?
Keeps at 300, nigga (Double that)
I loaned out three hundred thousand dollars and could double it.
I say about 5, I kept it alive whenever you want it, nigga
I can provide drugs at any time, for about five years.
Maseratis for the monkeys (Fuck them niggas)
I can afford to buy Maseratis while others cannot.
Any Dodge for a flunkie
I can provide less expensive cars for less successful people.
Only one above me is the God in the sky
I am not afraid of anyone except for God.
I'm a man without a country
I don't belong to a particular street gang.
I got a hunnid guns, hunnid clips
I have one hundred guns and one hundred clips of ammunition.
Swear to God I took a hunnid trips
I have traveled one hundred times to transport drugs.
Million dollars, that's a hunnid flips
One million dollars equals one hundred profitable drug deals.
Spenin' Niemans at a hunnid rip
Spending one hundred thousand dollars at high-end store Neiman Marcus.
A hunnid grams on the kitchen table
One hundred grams of drugs are on the kitchen table.
Tryna hide a hunnid pounds from my nosy neighbors
I am trying to conceal one hundred pounds of drugs from prying neighbors.
I got a hunnid problems but it ain't no hoes
I have one hundred problems but women are not one of them.
I got a hunnid robbers tryna take my soul
I have one hundred robbers constantly seeking to harm or rob me.
I know a hunnid ways to make a hunnid thou
I have one hundred methods to make one hundred thousand dollars.
Ridgecrest public housing
A specific location in the public housing of Ridgecrest.
Where I shot my first pistol at
A place where I first used a handgun.
Gotta thank God I made for that
I'm grateful for that experience and glad I survived.
I never joined no gang, I always got my money
I never joined a street gang, instead choosing to focus on making money.
I never crossed my partners, 'cause it ain't one hunnid
I never betrayed my business partners because it is not honorable.
I sold dope on Saturday then went to church on Sunday
I balanced drug dealing with religion, being a religious person myself.
Call my plug and re-upped on Monday
On Monday, I contacted my drug supplier to replenish my drug supply.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: TERRENCE THORNTON, CARLTON MAYS, MARIO MIMS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
POMPOUS PILOT
Push and Gotti always sound so dope on tracks together. Straight fire.
Harveyworld stone5
POMPOUS PILOT facts
Mohammed Ahmed
When will Push finally get the recognition he deserves! This joint is fire!
CharmCity_410
Pusha T murdered this shit 🔥🔥🔥🔥
D Brown
push killed that verse!!!!"the 3 and 9 are like distant lovers"....so dope!!
Gregory Bhola
'only one above me is the god in the sky ima man without a country' pusha always deliver
spunkymonkey53
i would have loved another verse from pusha he killed this beat
savagehitemup94 Slaya
This beast go so hard tho and they killed it they never dissapoint
King Ausar
My favorite Yo Gotti joint-the beat goes soo hard
CEEEEEEEEENA
YO GOTTTI killeddddd it .. awesome track .. !!