Yo Gotti – POV Lyrics

POV Lyrics by Yo Gotti

[Intro]
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 showin’ they ass on thay ‘Gram ain’t that cute
From my point of view
POV
Your hand out and you ain’t hustlin’, you ain’t a man
From my point of view, I’m just sayin’
POV

[Verse 1]
If my opinion matter, which I think it doesn’t
No respect for you lame-ass niggas not hustlin’ (Lame-ass)
For the money, I’ve seen a bitch cross her cousin (Damn, ho)
For a bag, bitch, you basically out here fuckin’ for nothin’
From my point of view
For a bag, bitch, you basically out here fuckin’ for nothin’
Your followers match your likes, but your likes don’t match your dollars
No furniture in your apartment, but you fresh as hell in Prada
You would die for a Birkin (You would die for a Birkin)
So, bitch, you ain’t livin’ for a purpose
I’m just sayin’, this just me, this from my POV
Maybe I’m wrong, maybе you right, but then again, it’s your life
You can live it how you wanna, fuck on who you wanna, whеn you wanna
Fuck these niggas, you might not want ’em in your corner
That’s just my point of view (That’s just my perspective, you feel me?)
My point of view (You feel me?)
POV

[Verse 2]
Get money, stack it up
Talk big, back it up (What?)
Tough talk, I had enough (Who that?)
Your gangster ain’t really addin’ up (Hah)
How you stand down? You got touched (Woo)
You shook
Deal ain’t really a good look (At all), so look
That shit’ll make you throw your life away
Feel you got the right-of-way
I’d agree with you if I was in these streets with you
Why I bagged up
This shit wasn’t really addin’ up (You feel me?)
Niggas act tough, you smash ’em, they lock your ass up
The suspects turn to victims real quick (Turn to pussies)
Yeah, these gangster-ass niggas will snitch
Press charges (Charges), point the finger at you (They pointin’ at you)
In the courtroom (Courtroom), I thought they wanted pressure (No pressure)
I thought they wanted war (War)
I thought they handle it in the street and try to up the score (Nah)
Instead they send a detective just to your front door
I know the procedure
I’m Big Gotti, I don’t tote this Draco for leisure
Don’t make me up this FN and start squeezin’
Have him Harlem Shakin’ like he havin’ a seizure (Doin’ the Diddy Bop)
But again, I’ma say, I been out the way (Way)
And I don’t wanna hurt nobody, so don’t play (On God)
I been playin’ with them alphabets, A’s and K’s, C, M, and G’s
From my POV, none of these niggas street, for real
IGA, hundred-million-dollar deal
BET, “F.N.F.” in M-E-M
Then we hit the AMAs, mobbin’ with a lot of K’s
Mobbin’ with a lot of hood millionaires, we made a way
And I’m they favorite rapper rapper, and I don’t really rap, though
I’m damn near on JAY level, but I’m still strapped, though
And I don’t mean that literally, but you niggas is feelin’ me
Basically I made it out, but that street shit still in me
From my point of view
Get money, fuck these niggas, do you (What else? What else?)
From my point of view (POV)
Nowadays, you gotta ask, “You want the money? I want you”
From my point of view (Damn)
Your family act like strangers or put your ass in danger
From my point of view
[Outro]
Shit hard