Lyrics:
up high, lets ride cause
New York is back
Yo, the hammer and the muzzle came together
All I did was hold on to the pieces 'til the puzzle came
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
with me
I could but mean but sweet
I'm the bitch you gon see in yo sleep
If I was you don't come for me
Everything sweet
Till you fw me
Don't like nobody
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
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart
When the fuck you gon' start recognize
wrong, settle I can be scandlous
By any necessary means,
Did I mention if you think you see me, wanna try
Hoppin off on yo ride and off on tha bird, tha
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
Yeah-yeah
Does anybody know Black Superman?
Yeah-yeah
Everybody sing, 'Black Superman'
Yeah-yeah
Does anybody know Black Superman?
Yeah-yeah
"Yo
ain’t even half
Nigga do the math
Homie moving fast haunted by the past
If it feel good at the moment try to make it last
They don’t even care about us
This nigga tryna spit game but he got No hoes
First whip I copped me was a Honda Came with 4 doors
She got like 5 bitches, by my lonely Called up 4
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
outta' them like
Let's get it
Uh
Yeah
I-I ain't with the fake love, lil' bitch can keep that
Fix yo' face like makeup, I'll leave yo' bitch with face
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
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
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,
gangsta's front yo motherfuckin' house?
We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off
We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off
Let's get these
gangsta's front yo motherfuckin' house?
We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off
We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off
Let's get these
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