Yay Slinger lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro: Sam Scarfo & Yo Gotti]
Yay slinger, yay slinger
"You got to go"
Off a half a O
Yay slinger, yay slinger
You know what it do, n*gga
This the streets, my n*gga, yeah
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Yay slinger

[Hook: Sam Scarfo]
Sorry mama, all I am's a yay slinger
Yay slinger, yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O
Yay slinger, yay slinger
Yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O

[Verse 1: Sam Scarfo]
Since a youngin, all I wanted was a black Mercedes
Just turnt a half a mama to like thirty babies
Whip it good, till that thing crème brûlée
Keep a couple choppers loaded by the soufflé
b*tch flip, I'ma make the f*cking bank stop
Got the kitchen hot as Hell, in my tank top
sh*t still coming back, I'm like, "f*ck me" (Pause)
Knocking Bun B, all up in my Chuck T's
[Hook: Sam Scarfo]
Sorry mama, all I am's a yay slinger
Yay slinger, yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O
Yay slinger, yay slinger
Yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I sell yay and it ain't no secret, Holmes
Used to keep that work inside my mama home
I don't like mobile phones, that's how n*ggas go [?]
And you can't owe me, homie, that's how n*ggas end up dead
I f*ck with them birds, let 'em fly when they come
Can't keep 'em around 'cause we sell 'em so young
Swear I'd never look back if I get me a sack
Once I got me a sack, b*tch, I never looked back
Million dollars off rap, how ironic is that?
In the booth with the block, guess I'm pushing that crack
CMG, them the letters, want a hunnid or better
Keep the strap on me, homie, n*ggas know it's whatever
Pushers know where he going, plug talking in snow
Plenty money in the streets, and if you want it, it's yours
I-I-I am Yo Gotti, I-I-I am the streets
Drug slinging, my n*gga, and I'm playing for keeps
[Hook: Sam Scarfo]
Sorry mama, all I am's a yay slinger
Yay slinger, yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O
Yay slinger, yay slinger
Yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O

[Verse 3: Sam Scarfo]
Came up on a brick, I just bought a Rover
And couldn't give a b*tch right now a colder shoulder
I'm on my money, I'm on my money
I don't think you understand how I'm on my money
You know Sammy, raw white is alright
Look at them powder burns, you been sniffing all night
My n*gga Memphis out, fresh up off that murder wing
And you know the trap is up, booming like a Burger King
Best work is a Bentley, you sniffing Buick
Got them big, plump birds, call 'em Martha Stewart
And I'm here with the b*tch, eye to eye with it
So when the price climb, you know a n*gga climb with it

[Hook: Sam Scarfo]
Sorry mama, all I am's a yay slinger
Yay slinger, yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O
Yay slinger, yay slinger
Yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
And she used to tell, "If you sell that sh*t, you got to go"
Then I stacked a hunnid bands off a half a O
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