Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti, real name Mario Sentell Giden Mims, is an American rapper, singer, and record producer from Memphis, Tennessee. He began his music career in the early 2000s, and released his debut studio album, I Am in 2005. Gotti’s music is characterized by its catchy melodies, upbeat tempo, and blend of hip hop and Southern rap influences. He is known for his streetwise lyrics and his ability to connect with his audience. He is also known for his business acumen, and he has been successful in building his own record label, Collective Music Group.

Yo Gotti – Driveway Furniture Lyrics

Driveway Furniture Lyrics – Yo Gotti & DJ Drama (Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga) Ayy Can I speak to ’em for a sec? I’m back Look GI certified, two

Yo Gotti – 1st Hunnid Bands Lyrics

1st Hunnid Bands Lyrics – Yo Gotti & DJ Drama (Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga) My first hundred bands Thank the hood for my first hundred grand Was runnin’

Yo Gotti – Mind My Business Lyrics

Mind My Business Lyrics – Yo Gotti, DJ Drama & Moneybagg Yo Reporting live from Memphis, where crime is at an all-time high It has been an absolutely terrifying season

Yo Gotti – Pop My Shit Lyrics

Pop My Shit Lyrics – Yo Gotti & DJ Drama Pop your shit I been pop, pop, poppin’ shit Let me pop my shit Yeah, let me pop my shit

Yo Gotti – The One Lyrics

The One Lyrics – Yo Gotti (Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga) Yeah, yeah She the one Yeah, yeah She the one Yeah, look I gave my bitch a lil’

Yo Gotti – Mandarin Lyrics

Mandarin Lyrics – Yo Gotti Ft. Rich Homie Quan (June, you’re a genius) Frrt Chopstick, Benihana Main a ten, been a hundred PSD, lot of trauma Angel wings, sad mamas

Yo Gotti – Ha Ha Lyrics

Ha Ha Lyrics – Yo Gotti Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Ayy Every nigga ’round me got a Richard (Richard) Every nigga ’round me still pictured (Pictured) Every nigga ’round me

Yo Gotti – POV Lyrics

POV Lyrics – Yo Gotti Ayy, ayy, what that shit mean when I be seein’ like POV on everything, like? Aw, yeah, like, okay From my point of view Bitches

Yo Gotti – I’m Out Lyrics

I’m Out Lyrics – Yo Gotti See, I look at this shit like football, you know what I’m sayin’? Ayy, this that NFL, nigga (June, you’re a genius) Never felt

Yo Gotti – No Fake Love Lyrics

No Fake Love Lyrics – Yo Gotti Boy plea, put your hands (C’mon) on the gangsta (C’mon) [?] that Fake love, I don’t even believe my bitches when they cry

Yo Gotti – Gangsta Art Lyrics

Gangsta Art Lyrics – Yo Gotti Day’s been cold, just like my ring I’ll be used to I (Yeah) It’s CMG the album, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? History

Yo Gotti – Steppas Lyrics

Steppas Lyrics – Yo Gotti (with Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo, 42 Dugg feat. EST Gee, Mozzy, Blac Youngsta, CMG The Label) 30 on me, I’ma cut a fool Callin’ all

Yo Gotti – Cold Gangsta Lyrics

Cold Gangsta Lyrics – Yo Gotti June, you’re a Jenius Do we want entertainment? It can’t be fucked with, incorporated Smack a nigga ass just like a C I’m on

Yo Gotti – For The Record Lyrics

For The Record Lyrics Yo Gotti Hey Gotti What’s happening? You ever that story, about when the real niggas came in last place? Nah, nah, nah, I don’t believe that

Yo Gotti – Drop Lyrics

Drop Lyrics – Yo Gotti J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then) Drop, with your best

Yo Gotti – Wish List Lyrics

Wish List Lyrics – Yo Gotti Dashin’ through your hood Open bottle of that Spade (That Spade) Comin’ down your chimney with a Drac’ (With a Drac’) White Rolls, white

Yo Gotti – Stay Ur Distance Lyrics

Stay Ur Distance By Yo Gotti Ayy Ayy, I been quarantined ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ with niggas anyway Stay your distance, pussy Yeah, stay your distance, pussy (Tay Keith, fuck

Yo Gotti – Recession Proof Lyrics

Recession Proof By Yo Gotti Ayy, ayy, we havin’ a conversation ’bout (I should start financial class) How easy it is to make money But it is even easy, easier

Yo Gotti – Battle Lyrics

Battle By Yo Gotti [Yo Gotti:] (1209, please) And we havin’ a high-class debate Who’s the baddest bitch in the club? The bartenders or the dancers? (30, you’re a motherfuckin’