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Many Snakes inna grass how you ain't know that shit
Grass grown, what it take for you to mow that shit

How many seeds in my weed, shit I should grow

beats like salami
My Posse is Comitatus
My Nature is Naughty
Those who flip they floppy
Cornflake soggy
My gear all metal like Konami
Hijack yo economy

too hotty
Graduated college and her body wasabi
She give me big head and I call her Yo Gotti
Plottin on the gang y'all need a new hobby

I'm about

You know every gold digger always crawl back
I don't see nobody flow kinda robotic
I get some money then rake it up Yo Gotti
He get so scared that he

fuck with you I hit you with the flint lock
My dick talk when she backing it up
Word to Yo Gotti and Nicki the way I'm raking it up
Booty bouncing I feel

snakes
Forbidden fruit I did a loop & caught a tax break
I asked for 2, he gave me 3, now that's a trust bond
Pliers couldn't tear that apart you suckers

phones attract snakes
Forbidden fruit I did a loop & caught a tax break
I asked for 2, he gave me 3, now that's a trust bond
Pliers couldn't tear that

challenging
What's the weapons for today
Hands, bullets or javelins
I've spit rap verses word for word
Since the era cd players
From Yo Gotti to Weezy, heard?

to snake you stab in yo back, 
You better keep yo choppa close make sure that 50 round attached,
That same bitch you think you loving she about to turn her

[Intro:]

Wu-Tang
Holocaust punishment
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1:]

From the hills of the Pacific
I bring fury

Hurt That Nigga

Jayo Felony

Crip Hop

2001

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

robbin' and mobbin'
I'm runnin' this shit, nigga, you joggin'
No thanks for livin' on Thanksgiving I'm still starvin'

Yo, I'm not new to this, I'm true

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,

O.C.B.

Kiesza

B4.DA.$$ [LP]

2015

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

politics as usual 
You’re nobody until the day of your funeral
I’m John Gotti, Frank Mathews and luscious too 
Move o’s like hoola hoop 
In school I use

be realistic with your lives right now 

Body by body I'm gonna embody a rari when I step up in the party yeah it's like a safari
I don't give up for

there's nothing great about it
Police raids to much snakes
But I got gang beside me
We getting grown can't do mistakes
And we can't lay around
I seen death

killer's we call him John Gotti
Boy don't speak it out your lips if you Ain't dying about it
I got some strips, they on my dick And now they lien about me

to my bros, then blessed by the karma
Practicing art and the wisdom, I'm Dali like Lama
Exposing the snakes, you ain't my brother
So many flows, got so

Hoes by my side Cosmo and Wanda
Niggas be little hoes all up in drama
Thumbing through racks running up commas
Screaming fuck Iraq I ran

politics as usual 
You're nobody until the day of your funeral
I'm John Gotti, Frank Mathews and luscious too 
Move o's like hoola hoop 
In school I use

Gotti
Tornado rips the house where I'm born
Holding onto white flesh rotting
Burn it with the pigs on the farm
Snake got his fangs in my body
Lifting me

really hope you sleep and life is just a big dream
Cause Wanye and Javian got killed by pawns but they were still kings
Why you ain't send a voice to tell