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Yo Gotti Lyrics


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This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this

(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
But it's president (Georgia) Bush

[Repeat: x2]
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush

Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout it
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck president (Georgia) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if a nigga still moving then he holding it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!

We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush

(oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)

YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucker get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a motherfucking trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)

And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita
My dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Notta sip seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that motherfucking ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse

(oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)

Yea!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist
Yes, Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip
Ima trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young tune, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing
And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggie
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Dats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe




Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse yea

Overall Meaning

In the song Outro by Yo Gotti, the rapper dedicates the song to the President of the United States of America, George Bush. However, he calls him by a different name- Georgia. Yo Gotti is from New Orleans, and the song talks about his experiences during Hurricane Katrina in 2005. The song expresses how Yo Gotti believes that the government, represented by President Bush, failed the people of New Orleans.


The lyrics criticize Bush for the lack of action during natural disasters, and specifically for the handling of Hurricane Katrina. Yo Gotti believes that the government lied to the people about what was happening, with white people on the news smiling when things were anything but fine. People died in the hurricane, and many lost their homes. The lyrics are a reflection of the anger and frustration that many New Orleanians felt about the government's response to the disaster.


The second part of the song is performed by Lil Wayne and is unrelated to the first part. He talks about his fame and fortune, boasting about his wealth and success. The lyrics are much more playful and lighthearted in comparison to the first part of the song.


Overall, the song Outro by Yo Gotti is an expression of the frustration and anger felt by many people in New Orleans towards the government, specifically towards the handling of Hurricane Katrina. The song is not just a reflection of the experiences of one person, but of a community that suffered a great deal from a natural disaster.


Line by Line Meaning

This song right here,
This song is dedicated to the president of the United States of America, known as George Bush, or in my hometown of New Orleans, we call him (Georgia)


Now
Now, let's talk about the beef and conflict with certain individuals, but ultimately it's as if he allowed them to harm our troops


Look at the bullshit we been through
Look at the hardships and struggles we have endured


Had the niggas sitting on top they roofs
People were literally stranded on their roofs during Hurricane Katrina


Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
Hurricane Katrina's aftermath was worsened by President Bush's lack of action and response


Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The media portrayed a false narrative and concealed the truth


The white people smiling like everything cool
While the white population seemed unaffected, many Black people suffered and died during the hurricane


But I know people that died in that pool
I personally know individuals who lost their lives in the flooded areas


I know people that died in them schools
There were fatalities in the schools and educational institutions as well


Now what is the survivor to do?
As a survivor, what options do you have in such a devastating situation?


Got to no trailer, you gotta move
You have to relocate, finding temporary shelters or trailers


Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
Many survivors had to seek refuge in Texas and Georgia


They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
The authorities and media control the narrative and manipulate the information shown to the public


But they don't let you know what's really going on
They hide the truth and keep the real issues hidden


Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
They emphasize and exaggerate the looting and stealing incidents


Boy them cops is killers in my home
Many police officers acted as killers and caused harm in my community


Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
People were senselessly killed, and their bodies left in public spaces


I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
I'm not a criminal, I'm just trying to survive and provide for myself


Man fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
I express my anger and frustration towards the police and President Bush


So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why did the levees fail, and why weren't they maintained properly?


Why wasn't they able to control this?
Why were the authorities unable to handle the situation effectively?


I know some fok' that live by the levee
I personally know people who reside near the levees


That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
They claim to have heard explosions in the area


Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
Similar problems occurred during Hurricane Betsy in 1965


1965, I ain't too young to know this
I may be young, but I have knowledge and awareness about the past events


That was President Johnson but now
During Hurricane Betsy, it was President Johnson, but currently, it's President Bush


We from a town where (Georgia)
We come from a town where the effects of Hurricane Katrina were devastating


Everybody drowned, and
Many people lost their lives due to the floodwaters


Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Despite the losses, I'm still holding onto hope and faith


Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Everyone is grieving, blaming (Georgia) Bush for the tragedy


Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
No one took action, and I firmly believe that (Georgia) Bush is responsible


I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
I was born and raised in the southernmost part of Louisiana, often referred to as 'the boot'


New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash away like we not on the map
The White House seems to have a disdain for New Orleans, trying to overlook and neglect us


Wait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back
There are rumors that you need money and resources to rebuild and return to the city


Niggas thinking it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
People believe it's impossible to thrive in this environment, as we don't have the same resources as (Georgia)


Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout it
The aftermath includes numerous casualties and destroyed homes, and the mayor seems unconcerned


And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
The children are traumatized, and there seems to be a lack of support and care for them


And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Shoutout and appreciation to all the rappers who provided aid and assistance


Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck president (Georgia) Bush
We appreciate the recognition, but we still hold animosity towards President (Georgia) Bush


We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
We notice the presence of Confederate flags and understand the symbolism


A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
Referring to President (Georgia) Bush, who is seen as a racist and likely had supporters who voted for him


And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
President (Georgia) Bush didn't provide financial support, but he did order military actions and bombings


R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
Paying respects to Tay, who lost his life during the storm, and expressing disdain towards President (Georgia) Bush


See us in ya city man, give us a pound
If you see us in your city, show us support and solidarity


Cause if a nigga still moving then he holding it down
If someone is still pushing forward despite the hardships, they are holding it together


I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I used to have two Jaguar cars, but I lost both of them


I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!
I represent New Orleans, the N.O. (New Orleans)


Yea!
Expressing excitement and enthusiasm


Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Focused on the pursuit of wealth


Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Referring to Lil Wayne's music as addictive like crack cocaine


Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Having vast wealth, though not in a sexual manner


Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist
Planning to undergo surgery to have diamonds embedded in his wrist


Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip
Acknowledging his eccentric and unique personality


Ima trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Planning to take a trip to Japan and purchase luxury items


Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
Paying a high price for drugs, specifically 28 grams


If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
Claiming to be involved in the distribution of drugs across state lines


And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Women are impressed with the wealth and lifestyle, while the men are silent


Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
A shotgun would cause someone to bounce around like a spring


Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
Living a risky lifestyle, always having to protect what's his


And without a pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
He doesn't need to write lyrics down, as his words are explosive


Young Tune, yea that's what my people call me
His fans and people close to him refer to him as Young Tune


Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me
Expensive jewelry is worn as a symbol of protection against death


I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
He consumes a lot of codeine syrup, making him appear drowsy


Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
He spends a significant amount on dental jewelry, ensuring he never speaks cheaply


Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
If someone continues to talk, he may retaliate with violence


And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
He will keep shooting and causing chaos, making his enemies sleep softly


Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Describing the presence of firearms, specifically three 40 caliber guns


Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
He advises others not to provoke him and become a target for violence


Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
He reminds individuals from New Orleans to not engage in foolish behavior


We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
After losing everything, he sees others as insignificant


Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
Recreational drugs and alcohol play a significant role in his life


I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing
He believes he is the greatest rapper and won't entertain arguments


And I don't even write, pause
He boasts about not needing to write lyrics down


Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
He encourages other rappers to stay within their limits and not try to compete with him


Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
He promotes his website, inviting people to visit and engage with his content


Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
Suggesting oral sex while using humor


All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
He boasts about sexual encounters and degrades women


They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Women are attracted to his wealth and success as a rapper


Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
He compares himself to Michael Jordan and apologizes for his confident demeanor


Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
His father is wealthy, and his brothers have distanced themselves from the family


We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
They decided to invest in two houses in Miami


I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
He is eager to showcase his wealth on the show 'Cribs' and invites MTV to contact him


Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
He challenges other rappers to come against him and suggests that their label should reach out


Dat's a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
He charges $100,000 for a feature and is confident in his ability to win in a rap battle


I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita
He sees himself as a talented and unique artist, born to his mother, Miss Cita


Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
He acknowledges his mother's influence and credits her as the reason for his success


Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
Women are attracted to his charismatic and confident personality


There's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen her
He desires a rare and valuable diamond from the 305 area code


Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
He has an engaging and captivating subject to discuss


Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
He suggests that his girlfriend fantasizes about being like Trina, a successful rapper


Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
He claims not to be a simple person and boasts about having ten kilograms of drugs in his BMW


Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
He has a white woman driving his car, symbolizing his success and status


I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon
He feels extremely confident and elevated like a flying ribbon


Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Women are so infatuated with him that they tattoo his name on their bodies


Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
He spends a large amount of money on luxury condos and drinks in clubs


And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
He requests a specific brand of tequila and emphasizes his seriousness


No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
He prefers his drink without ice, using a play on words to assert his masculinity


And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
He boasts about the consistent flow of money and his financial success


I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
He challenges anyone who tries to invade his territory and warns that they will be shot


I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
He threatens to physically attack someone, comparing himself to having ten legs


Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
After attacking someone, their body would be recovered from a lake within ten days


Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
He tells others to behave and not act cowardly, as he is driving a Range Rover


Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
Referring to his record labels Cash Money and Young Money, emphasizing the longevity of money


And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
He sees himself as an untameable beast from the Hollygrove neighborhood


Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Apologizing to his mother for his drug use and admitting to being regularly high


Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
He imitates the lifestyle of a rockstar and expresses his disregard for women


Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
He requires payment upfront before having any involvement with women


Price sizing for a show and the flow
He determines his price for a concert performance based on his skills and musical flow


So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
He either has a close relationship with DJ Drama, or the person possesses significant wealth


Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
He expresses familiarity and loyalty towards DJ Drama despite their different backgrounds


If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse
He charges a high price for his rap verse if anyone else wants to engage in a rap battle




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