Lyrics:
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
yo' Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know we got that indo'
No, I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain
And no,
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these
A-yo Cam yo yo I know you knocked Charli off
No I did not man, yo stop lying
Word to my mother, I did not hit that man
A-yo I'm your dog duke you
take drugs to manage
Tommy gun knock yo head off
Gotti broke a opp jaw
Off a perk 12 behind me bitch I sped off
And a nigga booted of a adderall
Aim that
I fucked on yo bitch,
I fucked on yo bitch,
I fucked on yo bitch,
I fucked on yo bitch,
I fucked on yo bitch,
I fucked on yo bitch,
She sucked on my
This is a psa for y'all waiting to send that good morning text
Let her live
That's not yo bitch
Hop off her snap maps
That's not yo bitch
Delete her
like whats in yo cup (AND)
My momma told me these bro's not ya Brodie's
They'd turn the first chance that they could (I)
Knew she was right gave my
Heavily rooted!
King in my spirit
Royalty is influenced!
If you see LA
Know we in that bitch
Brewing!
Bear with me
And just soak it in
Like
Bitch I'm on go go
When I walk by
It be like slomo
Bitch I'm the shit
Ion need yo promo
Finna take his bitch
Oh yeah I'm homo yeah
Bitch I'm on go
dollars, no cents
So fuck a bitch, who is you with?
What the fuck nigga, yo we don't give a fuck
The niggas I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
The bitches
that oil
He was just steppin' out to the little party
End of the night ended up with a body
Big booty bitch way bigger than Mizhani
While he heat kool
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My nigga
Of the Willie
Hitchlink cock, M-1's and nine millis
Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)
Model bitch is wonderin' if
I'ma fuck with her
Don't stop, I'm not
what the hell y'all done started
I'm finna' snap until Gucci an' Gotti come in my DM and say, "Boy, you the hardest,"
You do not know how it feels, my
that I wasn't fuckin with you actors
Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land
Peter Pan you's a middle man yea
Yo Gotti got the money
That bitch need a facelift
Im not even hatin
Her face look like some bacon
She prolly live in her basement
You should cut the bitch off
I aint talking
Yo
Who that? Who that?
Who that? Who that? Who that, uh
Flipmode, uh, Icewater, yeah, Flipmode, come on
Icewater, let's get it, come on
Yeah,
Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylons whore
People must rise
See through the lies
through real sexy, not skinny
Don't want no big fat bitch
Can't let that hoe ride with me on the switch
Gotta be playa, gotta be a star
Ima let ya smoke
don't want to hear my side
But you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout
scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
Started with 40 rounds now it's an empty Box
Just like yo girl until she met my dick
thug looks
Get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took
You overlooked the fact that shit was real
Now I got to take that ass to school for real
My clique
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