Really
Yo Gotti Lyrics


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Frrt
Yeah
Lock in
(KJ let the beat knock)
Yeah

Lock in
Come get a job with them three letters, never gotta clock in (beep)
Tote two Glocks, you locked in
If we talkin' gangsters, I'm top ten (baow)
Earrings Chanel, two-fifty
Condo, Miami, four million
I don't give a fuck about no bitches (no bitches)
I don't give a fuck about no snitches (rats)
Ask about me, I don't play no games (I am)
Real big gangster, drop no names (no names)
Ask about me from the dope game (dope game)
Or don't ask about me at all
All I ever wanted to do was ball (whew)
If I ever make a call (hello?)
Shit start to fall, niggas start to call the laws
Why fuck with me at all?
Pressure (pressure)
Hate a bitch that's too extra (extra)
Got her gone 'fore I blessed her (outta here)
Fuck around, bought her friend a Tesla (facts)
I'm on some other shit
I'm on some, "Yeah, I really, really like you
But I want you to really, really bring another bitch"
And if you fuck with me, you'd really do the shit

I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)
I really need a plug (really need you)
Really seekin' love (seekin' for it)
Fuck you thinkin' of?
Really, I really don't judge at all
Really, I really don't budge at all
Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)
I really don't fuck with y'all
Really, really

I'm really too big for titles (I am)
I'm really my own idol (I am)
I really only like FNs
'Cause them handguns, but they like rifles
I really got too many cars
I really be schoolin' my broads (baby)
I really like all my own stretch marks
I told 'em to stay out the gym (really?)
They like me, I be givin' 'em gems (that's game)
Then I come through and I free 'em (from lames)
They be like, "Gotti, you genuine
We really into you, you not the same" (really?)
I might buy my bitch a lil' Patek, uh
I sign more shit than Atlantic, uh
If I find a leak on my boat, he ghost (what's happenin'?)
This shit is not the Titanic, uh
Hundred-some shots, I didn't panic
These niggas more pussy than bitches
They softer than tissue, wet they lil' panties
Yeah, I learned this shit from my granny

I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)
I really need a plug (really need you)
Really seekin' love (seekin' for it)
Fuck you thinkin' of?
Really, I really don't judge at all (at all)
Really, I really don't budge at all (at all)
Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)
I really don't fuck with y'all
Really, really

I really be posted all day, ski mask on
Stuffin' K clips, tryna catch me a skud (blrrrd)
And I don't really fuck with nobody
E-C-T-A-S, everybody catch them a slug (everybody)
And pussy boy, everybody 'round me a thug (everybody)
I hope we know everybody strapped in the club (we strapped)
Choppa gang, CMG, call it marijuana, it gone
Free Shiesty and 42 Dugg (free 'em, free Dugg)
This shit in my pores, a nigga a thug (a thug)
I'm really a gangster, I ain't goin' for nothin' (for nothin')
I really got big nuts, really gon' go for it
Fourth and thirty-one, I ain't doin' no puntin' (no puntin')
I drink too much syrup, I do too much fuckin'
I know I'm out of shape, I ain't doin' no runnin'
We caught him down bad, seven shots from the four-five-six
And them bullets hit him in the stomach
The other one missed him, that nigga was blessed (was blessed)
Six shots was critical, 'posed to been dead (been dead)
The shot that we missed 'posed to hit the boy head (his head)
And them six stomach shots should've been in the chest (in the chest)
I never stand down, so I always get off (on God)
We make them chopper bullets break his jaw (his jaw)
Whole lotta bodies droppin', lotta choppers poppin'
Lotta fast guns, no sawed-off (no sawed-off, blrrrd)

I'm what Jesus love (love)
I really need a plug (need a plug)
Really seekin' love (seekin' love)
Fuck you thinkin' of? (Thinkin' of, blrrrd)
Really, I really don't judge at all (at all)
Really, I really don't budge at all (at all)
Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)




I really don't fuck with y'all (on God)
Really, really

Overall Meaning

The song "Really" by Yo Gotti is a rap that emphasizes the artist's gangster lifestyle and his unwillingness to compromise his identity or reputation. In the first verse, Yo Gotti describes his non-traditional job and how he carries two Glocks. He claims to be a top ten gangster, and brags about his wealth and possessions, including expensive earrings, a Miami condo worth four million dollars, and a Tesla he purchased for a friend of a girl he was with. He stresses his disinterest in female companionship, as well pointing out his aversion to snitches or rats. Yo Gotti's message in the second verse is primarily about his tough, non-compromising nature. He compares himself to Jesus, claiming that he loves himself and needs "a plug" or source of drugs, and perhaps affection. He admits he doesn't judge others, but neither does he bend to accommodate them.


In summary, the song is an embodiment of the image Yo Gotti wants to present to the world: a gangster who embraces his image and success, who does not allow himself to be weakened by anyone or anything, and who is unapologetic about his illicit activities. However, it is essential to note that the song's lyrics and message could potentially be damaging and contribute to a culture of violence and glorification of negative behaviors. It is imperative to enjoy music responsibly and understand that one's actions can have a weighty impact on themselves and society.


Line by Line Meaning

Come get a job with them three letters, never gotta clock in (beep)
Come join my gang and never have to work a regular job again


Tote two Glocks, you locked in
If you carry two guns, you are fully committed to my gang


If we talkin' gangsters, I'm top ten (baow)
I am one of the top 10 most powerful gangsters around


I don't give a fuck about no bitches (no bitches)
I do not care about women


Ask about me, I don't play no games (I am)
I am a serious and dangerous person, do not mess with me


Real big gangster, drop no names (no names)
As a true gangster, I do not reveal any names or secrets


I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)
Even though I am a gangster, I am still loved by Jesus


Really, I really don't judge at all
I do not judge others


I really got too many cars
I own an excessive amount of cars


I really like all my own stretch marks
I am confident about my own physical flaws


This shit is not the Titanic, uh
I am not afraid of any danger or problem


And pussy boy, everybody 'round me a thug (everybody)
Everyone around me is a tough and fearsome person


Choppa gang, CMG, call it marijuana, it gone
My gang is heavily armed and we eradicate anyone who crosses us, like smoking marijuana


We make them chopper bullets break his jaw (his jaw)
We use heavy gunfire, even enough to injure someone's face


I really don't fuck with y'all (on God)
I do not associate myself with non-gang members




Lyrics ยฉ Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kevin Davis Jr., Mario Mims, Rael Crawford Kelly, Rodney Wright

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@JP-xn4pp

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@curtiswhitehead5824

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@PatPat-cj5lc

On what Jesus Love.

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Favorite song from the album ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ

@dejonjones2314

I really do

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Mane me too

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