Gangsta Art chords by Yo Gotti

♫ Intro:

Gm F Eb F



♫ Chorus:

Days been cold just like my wrist

I'll be used to
I

Yeah
Eb
It's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?

(Paint these words just like my whips)
D
History (What you know 'bout gangsters' art)
Gm
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad

(Days been cold just like my wrist)
F
You ain't never seen this much money with no issues
F
(I'll be used to
I)
Eb
Know what I'm sayin'? (Paint these words just like my whips)
Eb                                         D
You ain't never seen this many big dogs come together


nigga, yeah (What you know 'bout gangsters' art)

♫ Verse:
Gm
Extortion still exists (Yeah)

Orchestrate the blitz
F
When we was kids
I thought that corner'll make me rich
Eb
It's forced until I'm torchеd 'cause that mean more to mе than this bitch
D
Give a fuck about your hustle, that don't mean more to me than these skits (Yeah)

Gm
Scorin' up with these sticks, if you don't pour enough
I ain't sippin'
F
Threw switches on his glick, but when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Eb
Be discreet and keep your distance, when it get greasy, you can't fix it
D
Don't be subbin' me in your mentions, bitch, you givin' the feds assistance

Gm
They be givin' the feds descriptions
Gm
I'm bangin' the red division
F
My brother ain't here to sip with me, so I'm pourin' out red prescription
Eb
These niggas ain't gettin' no chicken, they scared of jail, they scared of riskin'
D
These niggas ain't sendin' no hits, they sendin' attempteds, that's the difference

♫ Verse:

Yeah
Gm
Niggas got me bent
Gm
Thinkin' that I'm goin' like I ever went (Thinkin' that I'm goin' or somethin')
F
On the phone with Chase, locked my account
I'm like, "The hell I spent " (Fuck 'em)
Eb
One thing I ain't know is how it'd go when the feds hit (I ain't know that)
D
Same feelings your man get, chop hit his top and his dreads twist (Yeah, you know that, rrr, rrr)

Gm
Playin' cool, they play you like a fool
I learned my lesson (I learned my lesson)
F
No to tellin'
F
No to bein' in these streets without your weapon
Eb
PJ chillin'
Eb
Ridin' through my section
Eb
I better not feel threatened (Better not feel threatened)
D
He was pussy, wet him (Wet him)
D
I'm protected (Rrr, rrr)

That's my conscience checkin' (Rrr, rrr)

Nigga, what you tryna do is all that it come down to

When they huddled up against us
Draco knocked they crowd loose

All these trials never break me down, my morale boost

These the last two yerks
I chewed 'em first before I found dude

Ridin' through, yeeky on my lap, cars back to back

Nigga run up, he heard, "Blatt," he gon' die he don't shoot back

And it's so many niggas whacked, he must not wanna get me back

My opps so pussy, nigga might not do nothin' to me if I left



♫ Chorus:

Days been cold just like my wrist
I'll be used to
I

Every picture I paint must be vivid (Paint these words just like my wrist)

Blood, sweat, and tears on the canvas (What you know 'bout gangsters' art? Go)

♫ Verse:

Never got nowhere bein' the nice guy (Nah)

Yeah
I got it, but just know the price high (Up)

Prada martyr
I came out the house fly

Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (Frr)

Diamonds sluggin'
I'm back to my old ways (Ayy)

Tinted Phantom, gettin' chauffeured by José (Skrrt)

Book me out the states, they gotta translate

How could niggas think we on the same page? (Huh)

Everybody gon' shine together, we grind together, get caught, do the time together (Gang)

Bitch
I'm a rebel, this a fraternity, throwin' up signs
I be with the steppers

Millionaire at an early age

This the lifestyle of the young and paid

I done took my talent to the global stage

Look at him pourin' drank at the VMAs

Stickin' to the same rules (What's that)

No new friends, same old dudes

Got no receipt, but paid all dues

Should've went diamond
I dropped jewels

Underneath my pillow where the AR be

Paint an ugly picture, gangster A R T

In an SRT with an H O E

In an AUG (Three letters)
CMG

♫ Chorus:

Days been cold just like my wrist (Hello, this is a pre paid collect call from)

I'll be used to
I (An inmate at—)

Paint these words just like my whips (This call is subject to recording and monitoring)

What you know 'bout gangsters' art? (To accept charges, press one)

♫ Verse:

Judge just gave my young nigga a nat, hope I ain't next

Prosecutor been readin' my messages, she got me stressed and shit

Run off
I better not catch the bitch

Fell out with my bestest mans

I done dodged a few broad days, shoutout that F&N

Dugg did what? Bitch, guess again

Prices drop
I'm taxin' still

Why you rat? I'm askin' Will

Why you rat? I'm askin' G

Young and turnt, me
G, and Drizz

Stack my money and have some kids

Gotti, this just what it is

CMG a hundred years

♫ Chorus:

Days been cold just like my wrist

I'll be used to
I (It was another dangerous night in Memphis)

Paint these words just like my whips

(With police responding to multiple shootings across the city)

What you know 'bout gangsters' art? (The activist tried to make the city safe)

♫ Verse:

Feds wanna know my whereabouts, you get a headshot, go against this, your leg shot

Young nigga pulled up in a Demon with that chopper, he a demon, you get a red dot

Real gangster out in Memphis, book me for a show
I'm doin' every slot

Mama told me she can picture me on the front row of the Grammys with my legs propped (Yeah)

2015
I was burnin' lights in the Hellcat (Hellcat)

Bought my dog a Scat Pack, he crossed me out, so I fell back (Facts)

When the bomb land, he say it didn't land, but you know I smell that (What's that)

He sold his soul to the devil when he tried to sell that (I want your soul)

♫ Chorus:

Days been cold just like my wrist

I'll be used to
I

Paint these words just like my whips

What you know 'bout gangsters' art

♫ Verse:

Label full of felons, all our entourage jailin' (Real shit)

I'll give a pack to my niggas if they ain't sellin'

And I'll risk it all with my niggas 'cause they ain't tellin' (They ain't tellin')

First you get the money, then I mail it

First you roll the truffle, then inhale it

My bitch look like Keisha off of Belly (Belly)

Vacuum seal the pack, you can't smell it (Woo)

That's a ton in the truck, you can't mail it

I been eatin' spaghetti with the lobster (Lobster)

Nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' mobster

CEO that's runnin' with the robbers

We get paid on time, they don't want no problems

Platinum plaques and choppers (Choppers)

They made the news and the charts (Charts)

Who turned this gangster shit into an art? (Us)