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Yo Gotti is back with another jam titled "Stay Ur Distance".

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There are a few terms that were foreign to us until 2020.

While the word 'quarantine' has been in the dictionary for ages, it became a part of our day-to-day vocabulary with the break of a brand new illness, COVID-19.

Ever since that fateful day on March 13 (some of you definitely know the vibes) when shit hit the fan, we've all been socially-distant in an effort to slow the spread of coronavirus.

As we await the arrival of the almighty second wave, Yo Gotti wants the world to know that he's been couped up in his house since before March, practising social distance for as long as he can remember.

With his new single "Stay Ur Distance," the CMG veteran has released yet another independent banger to stack his catalogue.

Produced by Tay Keith, this follows the release of his new single "Recession Proof," which marked the first release for Gotti after celebrating his independence.

This is the first new music to release from the 39-year-old since his team-up with Meek Mill's REFORM Alliance.

He will be working on a radio campaign with Meek, Robert Kraft, and Michael Rubin to continue his fight for prison reform in Mississippi and Parchman prisons.

Yo Gotti - Stay Ur Distance (prod.

Tay Keith) Watch Video Lyrics.

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 these niggas up) First week of that virus, I lost a half a mil' (Five hundred) Let's see who gon' survive and who got hustlin' skills (Hustlin' skills) Niggas still outside, they must don't think it's real (Niggas still outside) Kinda miss Southside, I wanna be in that field (Wanna be in that field) My mask Dior, your bitch just hit my phone, I just might smash her more (Bye-bye) Gave her the dick, the best night in her life, what else you askin' for? Touch my chain, I crash of course (Uh-huh) That's one mission you had to abort Thug life, nigga, I'm passionate for it (Passionate) Back outside, can't find the doors Five, six Lam' trucks, five, six Cullinans (Phew) Nigga, we back outside, back outside, back outside Nigga, we back outside Chrome Hearts, Amiris, a million in jewelry (Beep) Nigga, I'm back outside, back outside, back outside (Yeah) Nigga, we back outside Bitch gettin' flewed out ASAP (ASAP), if I like, then tap, tap Shit been lit, it's 'bout that time, let them know you back outside Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch, we back outside Back outside (Back), back outside, bitch, we back outside I don't want no handgun, I need an AK (A whole Drac') Busted-down Patek (Patek), she bust it down, respect (Respect) She don't respect no sucker, street shit from her brother (Yeah) And if you cuff her, you gon' have to buy her that Chanel bag before you fuck her That's on Coco Everything Gucci, no logo Everything platinum, no promo (Promo) Gotti won't go, my bro know, yeah, yeah (At all, at all, at all) Pack in No rap money, no backends Thought he was your opp, now you're back friends (What?) That's how a lame get done in, dummy (Bah) I want the money on the front end (Front) It's murder on all of my run-ins (On sight) Twenty-thousand square feet, eight-figure cribs all I can live in (Facts) I'm the type follow a nigga bitch, fly her out I'm the type pipe her up, show her life about (Yeah) She the type wife-like, but not really (Really) She match my energy (Twin) She like when I stick the thumb in her butt, go'n, let her cum on the millions (Uh) Flag on the play, bitches been wildin' out, ain't no more Wildin' Out I got a drum like I'm Nick Cannon I'm a street nigga, I won a Grammy (Yeah) I'ma be good, word to my granny (Yeah, yeah) Shawty ass fat just like her mammy My bitch a job, shout to JT Touched down in Miami, I'm on a ski Two-tone Cuban, they eighty a piece (Woo) Bricks, spent forty a piece (Woo) Dugg want forty a verse (Woo) Big Berg in the Honda, the purse (Woo) And we coppin' shit in the recession, nigga Fire hoes too, you know what I'm sayin'? Label tried to give me a new deal for the twenty mil' (What you do?) Turn 'em down (Hah) Back and forth with the plug, talkin' about numbers Pack on the 'Hound Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt Frrt, frrt, beep, beep, beep Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt Frrt, frrt, beep, beep, beep Stay Ur Distance


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