Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label – 1st of Jan (feat. Mozzy)

Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label – 1st of Jan (feat. Mozzy) Lyrics

1st of Jan

Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label (feat. Mozzy)

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"1st of Jan." - Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label (feat. Mozzy)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 04:51 pm

Album: Gangsta Art

Track No: 07

(FOREVEROLLING)
Ayy, this that cocaine music
Homie, don't you con—
Nah, let's get on some gangster shit
Yeah, it's EST, the big O-Gee, O for obituary
I made some old **** step up and shoot, he Jason Terry
They all hype, he had ten chipes, but one of they **** 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 fuck around catch a stray
Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play
Bust it down, make sure my **** straight
Bitches chase, fuck '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 **** hate
Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight
Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your **** scraped
Shit intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
I get that call that this **** gone, I'm happier than Christmas day
Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my **** day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the type of **** 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"
**** tellin' me slow down for what? ****, fuck your opinion (Fuck '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)
Pussy-ass **** know not to play with me, period
Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my **** day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (Yeah, yeah)
Don't take no trip, but all my gangster **** sign me up
Them .223s over them .45, ****, fire it up
Can't politic without my presence, I'm the higher-up
The information you possess suggests you wired up
These **** 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, **** know what's up
These **** know it's us
Ayy, this shit slimy, ****
I put a chain around the neck of all my grimy ****
Fuck all that rappin', known for blappin', I just signed a ****
She put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on ****
I told her, "Line him up"
This shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my **** day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary

Writer(s): Mario Mims, George Stone III, Timothy Patterson, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr & Henning Grüschow.

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