Lyrics:
[Kurupt]
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
[Breakdown: Kurupt]
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do
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
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
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
bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
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
[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Yeah nigga, it's whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Droptopstunna: Ey Gotti! U fuxx with Stunna?!
Yeah, I am (No homo doe)
[Verse
[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Yeah nigga, it's whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Droptopstunna: Ey Gotti! U fuxx with Stunna?!
Yeah, I am (No homo doe)
[Verse
[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Yeah nigga, it's whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Droptopstunna: Ey Gotti! U fuxx with Stunna?!
Yeah, I am (No homo doe)
[Verse
(tie-dye)
Talk crazy, I give 'em a side-eye (side-eye)
These niggas want beef, no Five Guys (Five Guys)
New AMG imma fly by (fly by)
Hide my face in the pic,
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
momma
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running round with real killers
Hush gang, he be frontin' on fuck n***as
Big stepper. we
a smile
When they caught 'em with a gat in
The car you beat it in trial
He don't say too much, never eager to style
Remind me of Gotti, Shyne with
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
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I'm
Hemmed up like Irv Gotti
Conversation they got it
Caus of a dumb nigga chirpin wanna talk about it
Hey y’all dog don’t do it
Ask Jamal
(CityBoy)
(yeah, yeah) i feel like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti
I’m feeling on her body
She feel it in her soul
[D-Gotti]
Throw yo, hands in the air
Wave em side to side, like you just don't care
[Big Moe]
I wanna know, if
Y'all sip, purple potion
[D-Gotti]
Where they
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
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