Lyrics:
you (Fft, beep)
And I can give you the game along the way
(Way) big dawg status, I don't play
(I'm Yo Gotti)
'Cause that thang too good ('Cause that)
it)
Slaughterhouse gang, Tech N9ne go and get it
Lot of molly, an out of body experience
I'm feeling kind of Gotti and all ya'll into weird events
and a million something followers
I'm a street nigga, I'm just tryna get my dollars up
Kirko Bangz and my nigga YG
Yo Gotti, trill nigga, ask your hoe about me
and a million something followers
I'm a street nigga, I'm just tryna get my dollars up
Kirko Bangz and my nigga YG
Yo Gotti, trill nigga, ask your hoe about me
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin' bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin' high,
can't let a nigga try me
I'm hyphy, poppin' hot shit, come and find me (high tech)
Young nigga shit, that's why yo' bitch like me (ooh)
VVs and my
Mi casa
Shawty just need the prada
I ain't never showed no dolla'
I smoke weed like a rasta'
Yaa
Jamaican don dadda
I fuck a bitch by Kwanza
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
nobody
Hold that down, bitch don't hit my DM, ho
I'm not Yo Gotti , cocaine
I got nothing but Fishscale on my body
Blow exotic, pounds on me
I make
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
wasaki
Eat beats like hibachi
Im poppin these tags at versace
Im having this paper like longway
My shooters’ll pullup
And air yo shit broad day
Had some
Trapped in my mind I almost went insane
Poppin percs to help me ease the pain
Claim you real but we all know you fake
Niggas squealing damn that's
by)
They be lovin what I do
Cause I keep em with a sweet tooth
Shortie what I got stay sweeter than some fruit loops
I keep it poppin (poppin)
No lie
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Rozay Poppin
Yea ,
Let the beat ride
Yea
(Hook)
No they don’t fuck with that Rozayyyy
But that don’t mean he ain’t poppin x4
Yea
No they don’t
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
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