Lyrics:
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
leprechaun nigga
Don't press ya luck
Heffer is you crazy? You done lost yo' mind
You need some real lessons
Your style done went blind
Then he got
(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)
Antes de la pandemia
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
sayonara (Bye)
Desde chamaquito hago lo que me dé la gana (Jaja)
John Gotti con todos los míos, pa' los enemigos soy Tony Montana, ey (Grr-Pah)
Yo quiero las
shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo
pretend
She tryna fuck and im like when
Tell yo hoe to bring a friend yea yea
Bring a friend
Trapping the pack make it back by my lonely
That nigga
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
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
hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
if we on camera
I'm fucking yo bitch even tho I can't stand her
Tony Montana tony Montana
I come to make noise write it in my day planner
I put that
the stage
MF That's a show body
She ain't got a real job
All she do is show body
Spin the murder inc
Dj call up irv gotti
Pull up to yo bitch house
Hi nice
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
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