Yo Gotti – Yellow Tape Lyrics (ft. 21 Savage)

Yellow Tape Lyrics by  ft. 

[Intro – Yo Gotti]
It go Murda on the beats, boy

[Refrain – Yo Gotti]
It go Murda on the beats, boy
Yeah it’s murder on these streets, boy
Murdered the p—y, I’m a beast boy
And you a soldier, I’m a G boy

[Verse 1 – Yo Gotti]
Semi-auto with no recoil
Forgiatos, they on fleek boy
Twenty murders in a week boy
I’m from the murder capital, no sleep boy
I’m a rapper but I’m different, I ain’t tryna say I’m tough
Keep that pistol every day and don’t you ever call my bluff
I live my whole life criminal, keep talking to a minimal
My n—a catch a case, I’m fighting it with them ’til they sentence ’em “real s–t”
And it’s still f–k the DA and the judge “real s–t”
Biggest gangster, and ain’t a crip or a blood “real s–t”
F–k a label when you got it out the mud “CMG the label”
All these sensitive a-s rappers need hugs
I ain’t grow up with you, I don’t know you n—a
Quit hitting my phone ’bout that verse, look I don’t owe you, n—a
I ain’t beefing on no Twitter, I be go on a n—-s
I’ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out n—-s
I’m bumping slaughter gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys, homicides, switching sides, you were done
How we in the shootout four deep and I’m the only one
With an empty drum, where I’m from that’ll get you hung
Murder rate, murder rate
Was ducking the DA, now I’m at the VMAs “look at me”
Killing s–t, yellow tape “yellow tape”
They don’t wanna see a n—a elevate “anyway”
They tryna really really trick me off the streets
They tryna give me a murder case
All these lil f–k n—-s irritate
Shoot one these n—-s, don’t hesitate

[Hook/Chorus – Yo Gotti & 21 Savage]
It go murder she wrote “21”
I’ma murder the dope “yeah”
Yeah I be killing ’em
I’m gon’ murder the kitchen “whip”
I’ma murder the chickens “murder”
Yeah I be killing em

[Verse 2 – 21 Savage]
I got murder for a fee n—a “21”
I got murder for the cheap n—a “21”
Catch you in Miami, gun you down on the beach n—a “facts”
Just ’cause I’m a rapper don’t you ever think it’s sweet n—a “yeah”
I was slanging choppers ‘fore I ever rapped on beats n—a
Fox 5, b—h boy that’s what I claim “21”
Rappers scared to hang around me ’cause they know they lame “god”
Beat a double homicide ‘fore I bought a chain “nah for real”
I went and bought a Bentley truck, I did not buy a Range “21”
You put a ring around that b—h, she known for giving brain “stupid”
Never had security, ain’t a n—a touch my chain “on god”
I keep a Glock forty, one on top, and that’s on god “gang”
Since I was a youngin, OG’s told me I got hard “gang”
Yeah I got hard ho, pull your card ho, yeah yeah
Red light shots make you park ho, yeah yeah
Stamped and approved, this ain’t no ‘flauge ho, yeah ho
You n—-s talk too much, you act like broads ho “you act like b—–s”

[Refrain – Yo Gotti]
It go Murda on the beats, boy
Yeah it’s murder on these streets, boy
Twenty murders in a week boy “well d–n”
I’m from the murder capital, no sleep boy

[Hook/Chorus – Yo Gotti & 21 Savage]
It go murder she wrote “21”
I’ma murder the dope “yeah”
Yeah I be killing ’em
I’m gon’ murder the kitchen “whip”
I’ma murder the chickens “murder”
Yeah I be killing em

[Refrain – Yo Gotti]
It go Murda on the beats, boy
Yeah it’s murder on these streets, boy
Murdered the p—y, I’m a beast boy
And you a soldier, I’m a G boy