1st of Jan lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
(FOREVEROLLING)
Ayy, this that cocaine music
Homie, don't you con—
Nah, let's get on some gangster sh*t

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Yeah, it's EST, the big O-Gee, O for obituary
I made some old n*gga step up and shoot, he Jason Terry
They all hype, he had ten chipes, but one of they n*ggas got buried
I'll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call lil' Scary
They know lil' 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry
I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry
So don't stand nowhere near me
Or f*ck around catch a stray
Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play
Bust it down, make sure my n*ggas straight
b*tches chase, f*ck 'em, I escape
Hit the lights and tap the brakes
I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes
Pull over and switch the plates
Poppin' since my demo tape
Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that's why n*ggas hate
Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight
Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your n*gga scraped
sh*t intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
I get that call that this n*gga gone, I'm happier than Christmas day
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Yeah, this sh*t legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n*ggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I'm the type of n*gga build a house with two, three kitchens in it (I am)
I decided we don't tote no Glocks with no extensions in it (I am)
Ex back on my line, I had her blocked, she like, "It's been a minute"
n*ggas tellin' me slow down for what? n*gga, f*ck your opinion (f*ck 'em)
I just blew a fifty in the Bal Harbour
Lil' bruh got a million, he a cold robber
I don't like no problems, let the— solve 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Don't become a threat or you'll be gone tomorrow (Brrt)
Man, we slide in Amiri (Yeah)
Walk-in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (Pew, pew, yeah)
Put him on his cycle, leakin' like on his period (Brrt, yeah)
pus*y-ass n*gga know not to play with me, period

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Yeah, this sh*t legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n*ggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Mozzy]
Don't take no trip, but all my gangster n*ggas sign me up
Them .223s over them .45, n*gga, fire it up
Can't politic without my presence, I'm the higher-up
The information you possess suggests you wired up
These n*ggas known for tellin'
We known felons, we rebellions, tryna blow your melon
Free all the thugs, we throw a shell before we throw a sub
Confirmed murders over attempteds, n*ggas know what's up
These n*ggas know it's us
Ayy, this sh*t slimy, n*gga
I put a chain around the neck of all my grimy n*ggas
f*ck all that rappin', known for blappin', I just signed a n*gga
She put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on n*ggas
I told her, "Line him up"

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
This sh*t legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my n*ggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary