Lyrics:
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!
[Mac]
Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real
Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block
'm the design you cannot f*ck w/ my rhyme yo flow is on the decline
I'm on a high it's my turn
Watch out lil B**ch don't kill my vibe
I'm dat guy I could take
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
desire, be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do
I'm on an island by my lonesome stranded
Low key and stayin' candid,
sniffing c****
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***
F*** you, f
bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll
away
Soul drowning down in alcohol
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears
I'm numb to it after all
I can't
Yo Gotti
Yeah nigga, its whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am
I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down
Hit your
Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
you out your motherfucking mind
You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do
Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
After Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on different Strokes
No joke..I see airlines
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy
Hey yo I come through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin'
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.
Lined up
ki's, I sent my nigga fat be's
[Lil' Fame]
Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs
[Billy Danze]
After that hit you in your back with
and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
F-your
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.
Lined up
Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy
Hey yo I come through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin'
subbin' me in yo' mentions
Bitch, you givin' the feds assistance
They be givin' the feds descriptions
I'm bangin' the red division
My brother ain't here
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