Lyrics:
get down, so I can win
[Chorus x3:]
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by
[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep
The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold
You Down And Deal With A Nigga
either catch me with red right there on cam street
He serving percs by the 10 come get em 10 a piece
I see yo baby daddy he a busta
He wanna be like
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
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
it comes twelve o'clock
I turn into the demon beast, yo
Yo fuck that shit!
(Number two, the snake)
Yo, show these motherfuckers what time it is
smaller but my stacks fat.
Set it off I murder tracks and get booked like a backpack.
Feel like Yo Gotti cause I got that sac.
See ima full
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
District, opps say the city dump, probably cause we take these trash niggas out, clean em up
I'm a gentleman but every time we fuck she like it rough
This
Yo, spread the word
Top shottas are back in full effect
In full effect in full effect
Top shottas are back in full effect
In full effect in full
repeatin' for you knee-gaz
We trippin' sippin 'on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need
inna di street
Wah fi stop it
Mad smaddy chip lick
Neva grounds static
Nuh kno John
Mi alone Gotti
Own don
Carve mi owna ting
Inna blood see mi own
deserve it?
My life is full of misery, forgive me Lord
The streets are full of enemies
Watch over mе intoxicated, I can barely see
I can't sleep, having
remember Elm Street
Just a young knucklehead moving along
Yo, that's where my heart started beating at
628 sometimes all I see is that
Little kid I used
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
yo my bro locked in the
Pen and don't expect parole
But told me to bar you to
Death so God bless ya soul bars
God is my witness
This is the first time
up the cellular, ready to rock
And it's on
Yo, you get deaded in the streets, kid set it
You gots no credit, fool you get wetted
Up with the semi-auto
Street life where the struggle won't let you be
Street life where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo, yo, yo
You on my dick
My life is like a James Bond
This for all y'all niggaz dat tru to the g-zame.
From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice
Cream up and turn it into candy.
Mo
shit these days I have no time
For be that brew trouble just to blow by
rather check on my niggas make sure we all on board now
My grandma hit me up
picture
Take yo hoe and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher
I used to eat at Crystal's
Nah I'm just lying, I used to meet
me
Boy these streets a fuck you over boy that bitch stay horny
Let's go
I be posted by my lonely can't let the devil harm me
Boy these streets a fuck
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