Lyrics:
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
Money is aww hyea, ain't it man?
(Ain't it man?)
New whips sick, ain't it man? (Ain't it man?)
That nigga there, he a snitch there
Ain't he man? (Ain't me
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
what??
Aww Heavy
Ya don't stop
That's what they call me boo, that's what they call me
[Singer] Keep on comin' (keep that comin')
[Singer] Keep it
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
me cryin - i keep it all in the seals
Chick on repeat crying - i got her all in the feels
Yo can i be honest about some shit I been feelin
No i don't
ya say (Yea)
Aww, Yea yea (It's ya boy)
Yea yea yea yea
Every time I try, to walk away you pull me back again
Hello my friend, how time flys by
Don't
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
you'll taste a milkshake-uh
Lyrics I am hummin, when they see me comin
Suckers they... aww shit, hold up man
This the wrong motherfuckin' page
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
Aww yeah
Gametime
Gametime
I ain't here to lose
Man I'm in it for a ring
And I Gotta win by all means man
Yeah I want this bad
More than I wanna
Yo Gotti
Know yo thotti
Niggas dats da LAW
All yo dawgs say dey dawgs
Till dey get da paws
Elevate hella strait
We don't hesitate
medicate
Who tha Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
It might be me
I might be a problem
Just Like John Gotti
If I had it probably
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville
where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
We
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis
Man I'm tellin you cous' man that nigga whole chest
was threw the fuck off, man I don't, man
[Daz]
You ain't hard nigga
We ran up on yo' bitch-ass
go!)
Young Money (swish swish, aww I got them upset)
Yo!
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
that to
The death, nigga, uh yo Cirraco
Take my beat out man
I don't want these niggas loopin' it
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