Search results for poppin rubberbands by yo gotti

We've found 18 lyrics, 15 artists, and 40 albums matching poppin rubberbands by yo gotti:



[Freeway]
They got me staring at the world through my rearview
Blow that baby, scream to Gotti
Can't help you with your problems
Thug niggas wild
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
50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain 
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50 

[repeat]

Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright

Get the fuck out my site, I
sippin' DP

Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo

[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
These niggaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti
in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive bys in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
You ain't
dick, hah
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to f*** with
Drive bys in the truck quick, f***
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
What's all the noise about? 
Have some respect shut the fuck up 
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up 
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
What's all the noise about? 
Have some respect shut the fuck up 
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up 
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
What's all the noise about? 
Have some respect shut the fuck up 
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up 
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
demons in tha mirror, 
Wicked as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa, 
Witness I'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA,
[Jadakiss]
Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I ain't give you a choice
Niggas'll try
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas