Lyrics:
a leap of faith and
You niggas start panicking
I make moves, by myself, I'm not a mannequin
(Draa) closed mouth never get fed
That's what I heard (Word)
a reason
Uh, Call on my phone, know, I got it
I want hit the stove, I grew up, to Yo Gotti
I send a reminder, I tell them the gram it ain't real
They get
like me? Nobody
Who the fuck wearing them jewels like me? Nobody
Can't talk to that boy he a nobody
All this bread rake it up like I'm Yo Gotti
Nigga
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
Annie don't these niggas move shady
I'm back in the field safety
Keep a thirty like she eighty
Move like a og yo Gotti
Ain't seen them niggas in
Lil Haitian Gotti like that there yeah yeah
Lil Haitian Gotti Like that there yeah, yeah
Bitch ever since a lil' youngin', I been thuggin', I swear
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw all the fakes
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
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
I'm genetic, I travel through your family for ages
I could live in yo daughter, I could live in yo son
If you smoke cigarettes, I could live in yo
the cause I'll catch a body (Catch a Body)
Mobbing hard like John Gotti (John Gotti)
Team Playing with heat like Pat Riley (Shooters)
It's Butta Baby I b da
do no division
Key in ignition
I get o's and fuck your opinion
Fuck yo volition
Fuck yo position
I move the dope under any condition
Dope off the spoon
proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
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
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
Yeah, yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury where chickens love for me
I used to watch 'Sesame Street'
I used
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks
Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his
Yeah let's go
Stay down
OK G
Yo Jake
Let's show'em who we are man
Kickin' in the shit just like I'm Mr. Miyagi
And staydown jay, I'm the city's John
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
the world go round
Full pound it make ya world go round
Caught the vacance cause all I see
Is a gang of little me's runnin loose in the streets
Ya got yo
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