Lyrics:
, slatt Gotti, Lil Gotit back
Slatt Gotti, slatt Gotti, slatt got it back
I got some racks just to sit in the rack
Fresh out of jail, I'll never go back
Hot
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
what?
Gotti: You fuckin' with them SLS niggas?
Lucille: Whoa, it's not even like that
Gotti: yo cono lucille: Baby, chill
Gotti: I gotta go through your
's that shit 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
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said
[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I ain't petty
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy
(Chorus 2x)
Chevy ridin high boy (Mon E. G.)
My Chevy stay
That's what I want you to do
So I can call up Gotti 'nem to blast yo' crew'
You think you tossin these hoes dawg, but really you not
You niggas payin what
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
need a pound
Its gon be a cold I could see it now
Yo Gotti
Blog put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down now switch 'em out
I got opps I don't know about
Sticksonthebeat got me a new Rollie
(You can't even afford that)
Gotti Gotti, uh (Take off your headphones)
Gotti Gotti, uh gotti Gotti (Ha ha haha)
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
'em
Gotta pick 'em wisely
Gotta choose 'em carefully
Got niggas I know that weren't there for me
Got bitches I know that don't care for me
Could
tryin to get old listen to that triple 6
Mr. Ian looked at me gotti let go take a trip
I know where they got them beeper 3 for we can get em shipped
See
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
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
even worry, Gotti I got it
Benjamin's blue and they all in my pockets
When I'm in town I make sure that she know
All of my dollas rain down on the floor
neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
One week later had 4 and a split
Called up the nigga, told him told
niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy,
better count that shit don't bring no counterfeit
Bino got me in all kinds of shit it got me proud of him
I was at the stu they called bout dyl I couldn't
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
Gang
Big choppa, big thang
Let your nuts hang
Who that? Don't say
BBA change your mood, aye
Anyday
Gotti got it
Cookin' up, speed it up
Double
the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti
disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me,
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said
[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
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