Mario Mims (born May 19, 1981 in Memphis, Tennessee), better known by his s… Read Full Bio ↴Mario Mims (born May 19, 1981 in Memphis, Tennessee), better known by his stage name Yo Gotti, is an American rapper signed to Cash Money Records. Formerly known as Lil Yo in the 90's, he released his first album, From Da Dope Game 2 Da Rap Game, in 2000. Since then he has released 2001's Self-Explanatory, 2003's Life, 2006's Back 2 Da Basics, 2008's Cocaine Muzik, 2009's CM2 (Cocaine Muzik 2 hosted by DJ Drama), and The Pyrex King: Street Runnaz Special Edition.

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.

I Got Dat Sack
Yo Gotti Lyrics

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Bitch I'm sacked up
Bitch I'm racked up
Bitch I'm stacked up

('Cause I'm a drummer)

Quiet, quiet, quiet

I Rock Gucci, Louis, Prada
Niggas know I shop at Saks
Yellow bone super fine
Know I'm hittin' that from the back
If you see me in the club
Niggas know I got that strap
Security tried to search a nigga
But we comin' through the back
See them sparklers in the air?
You know them bottles on the way
CMG takin over mane
That's all the DJ play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
Gripping on her ass, niggas say I'm disrespectful
I pulled up in that lamb, niggas say I disrepected 'em
If I'm wanted then I'm running fast, know they gotta catch me
Niggas shot at me and missed
Oh know the lord blessed him
I sell dope, I fuck hoes and make songs 'bout the shit
I rob niggas for they work and don't feel wrong 'bout the shit
You a pussy ass nigga, you dont belong with no bricks
I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Niggas standin' on the couches, throwin' signs in the club
V.I.P. Bitch I dont wait in line at the club
It's a photoshoot, feds takin pictures in this bitch
I'm a nice guy, buyin' bitches liquor in this bitch
Got my fam with me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota Twins, bitch I'm on my two Glock shit
You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
Body found by the river, feet in cement bricks
Ew she nasty, she just had a semen dish
She suck the skin off the dick you should've seen this bitch
They say I'm nasty, I think I'ma claim this bitch
Shawty suck it so good, think I'ma claim this bitch
Sike! She not the type to be a wife
She get a pass, just for the night

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, sacks
Man you know I got it

Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, sacks
Bitch you know I got it

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Yea, aye
You hear me my niggas
Go and get me that motherfuckin' guap
You know what I'm sayin'
Livin' life 'til death
Strapped up
You know what I'm sayin'
Samshing on pussies
Knockin' bad bitches y'hear
You see me
Nigga I'm banded up nigga
Choppas on deck nigga
White on white everything pussy
Ain't shit changed nigga
For what?

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

In this bitch goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Yo Gotti's song "I Got Dat Sack" depict the rapper's lifestyle and personality as someone with wealth, confidence, and power. The repeated lines of "Bitch I'm sacked up, bitch I'm racked up, bitch I'm stacked up" serve as a boast that he is well-off financially, being able to afford luxury clothing and items from high-end stores such as Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Prada, and Saks Fifth Avenue. Yo Gotti also implies that he has control over women and is sexually active, with lines like "Yellow bone super fine, know I'm hittin' that from the back" and "She suck the skin off the dick, you should've seen this bitch."

In addition to his wealth and sexuality, Yo Gotti portrays himself as a dangerous individual, willing to resort to violence if necessary. The lines "Niggas know I got that strap" and "I rob niggas for their work and don't feel wrong 'bout the shit" indicate that he carries a gun for protection and that he is involved in drug dealing and theft. Throughout the song, Yo Gotti also references other famous rappers and controversial personalities, including 2Pac, and makes allusions to illegal activities, such as hiding drugs from security guards and avoiding the police.

Overall, "I Got Dat Sack" is a celebration of Yo Gotti's wealth, power, and masculinity, showcasing his dominance and fearlessness in both the music industry and the streets.

Line by Line Meaning

Bitch I'm sacked up
I have a lot of money

Bitch I'm racked up
I have a lot of money

Bitch I'm stacked up
I have a lot of money

('Cause I'm a drummer)
Not a meaningful line

Quiet, quiet, quiet
Asking for silence

I Rock Gucci, Louis, Prada
I wear expensive clothing brands

Niggas know I shop at Saks
I buy clothes at Saks Fifth Avenue

Yellow bone super fine
I have a gorgeous light-skinned girl with me

Know I'm hittin' that from the back
I'm having sex with her from behind

If you see me in the club
If you see me at the club

Niggas know I got that strap
I have a gun with me

Security tried to search a nigga
Security tried to search me

But we comin' through the back
But we entered through the back door

See them sparklers in the air?
Do you see the sparklers (fireworks) in the air?

You know them bottles on the way
You know the bottles of alcohol are about to be brought over

CMG takin over mane
My record label, Collective Music Group, is taking over

That's all the DJ play
That's the only song the DJ plays

Right on, right on in the club with my white on
I'm wearing all white in the club

Shawty got something tight on
The girl I'm with is wearing something tight

And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
If that's your girlfriend, you might have to fight me for her

Gripping on her ass, niggas say I'm disrespectful
I'm touching her butt, people think it's disrespectful

I pulled up in that lamb, niggas say I disrepected 'em
I arrived in a Lamborghini, people think I disrespected them

If I'm wanted then I'm running fast, know they gotta catch me
If the police want me, I'm running fast and they have to catch me

Niggas shot at me and missed
People tried to shoot me but missed

Oh know the lord blessed him
He was lucky and not hit by the bullets

I sell dope, I fuck hoes and make songs 'bout the shit
I sell drugs, have sex with girls, and make songs about it

I rob niggas for they work and don't feel wrong 'bout the shit
I steal drugs from people and don't feel bad about it

You a pussy ass nigga, you dont belong with no bricks
You are a coward, you can't handle dealing drugs

I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit
I take drugs and alcohol and it makes me feel good

Niggas standin' on the couches, throwin' signs in the club
People are standing on couches and throwing gang symbols in the club

V.I.P. Bitch I dont wait in line at the club
I don't wait in line to get into the club because I'm VIP

It's a photoshoot, feds takin pictures in this bitch
It looks like a photo shoot, but the police are taking photos (evidence) in this club

I'm a nice guy, buyin' bitches liquor in this bitch
I'm being nice by buying girls drinks in the club

Got my fam with me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I'm with my family and my friend Zilla in the club

I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
I don't care, I'm back to my old ways (of selling drugs etc.)

Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Yelling "Thug Life" like 2Pac, embracing a thug lifestyle

Minnesota Twins, bitch I'm on my two Glock shit
Referencing the baseball team, I'm carrying two guns

You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
You messed up and ended up on the news for something bad

Body found by the river, feet in cement bricks
A dead body was found by the river with feet in cement blocks

Ew she nasty, she just had a semen dish
She is gross, just performed oral sex

She suck the skin off the dick you should've seen this bitch
She gave really good oral sex

They say I'm nasty, I think I'ma claim this bitch
People say I'm gross, but I'm happy to be associated with this girl

Shawty suck it so good, think I'ma claim this bitch
The girl I'm with gave exceptional oral sex, I'm happy to be with her

Sike! She not the type to be a wife
Just kidding! She's not the type of girl I would marry

She get a pass, just for the night
I'll be with her for just one night, not a long-term relationship

Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Money, money, drugs, drugs

Man you know I got it
You know I have money and drugs

Bitch you know I got it
You know I have money and drugs

Yea, aye
Casual exclamation

You hear me my niggas
Listen to me, my friends

Go and get me that motherfuckin' guap
Go get me money

Livin' life 'til death
Living life to its fullest

Strapped up
Armed with a gun

Samshing on pussies
Having sex with girls

Knockin' bad bitches y'hear
Having sex with attractive girls

You see me
You notice me

Nigga I'm banded up nigga
I have a lot of money

Choppas on deck nigga
I have guns with me

White on white everything pussy
Wearing all white clothes

Ain't shit changed nigga
Things are still the same for me

For what?
Why bother?

Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: Mario Sentell Giden, Michael Smith

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