Lyrics:
two straps like we dykein'
Drivin' on the highway, it's pounds of exotic by the tire
Yo Gotti came and snatched me out the jungle with the lions
It
How we livin' bro!
While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody
clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino style
Flexin muscles like a Gotti trial
Yellow case get shook by the court with the judge
You should know a pimp,
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
can put your hands up
But it don't stands up
So bring your mans up
Anybody, yo, I shot em with the shotie
Word to Gotti, I need a puddy
I'm shittin, my
your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back
It seem like in
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
true-to-life killas, killas
We takin' Other People Money, they money
And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars
Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no
Good Morning
My rent ain't paid but I'm alive y'all that's okay
I had my Ipod on shuffle, I heard one of my lines
I said I'm like Gotti, Ghandi
was holding bong hits.
chorus – like mahatma gandhi followed by a horde of hotties or the feds on the trail of a
mr. john gotti, I'm a sound wave
love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw all the fakes
lil bitch show stopping
they wanna pic no flockin (free kodak)
we getting rich no stopping (you know that)
i got that sack yo gotti
stretch your lil
a body
These hoes Doin 2 Much I'm like Yo Gotti
Wrist sore wrist cold that's goals hockey
Big guns fat pockets I look mad stocky
I gets in that ass word
scuba divin'
This nina fuckin' everybody, put the coochie on 'em
Kamikaze thoughts but the doors are suicidal
If Rami did yo' pieces why you always
Yo Gotti in the stu with me
This shit lowkey sound like that shef g shit
That tip toe shit
Hell no
We go pop fa pop
I'm fucking thot after thot
could be godly
In a world so dominated by sin
And thin hotties with rims tell 'em then
If-If you got it
See i ain't Irv Gotti
But that murder incorporate
nicht gut, eh
Danke, ich brauch' kein' Entzug, uh
Aber netter Versuch (hahaha), çüş, uhh
Fühl' mich wie Yo Gotti (ey)
Zwischen Kiez und Kotti (wesh)
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
Hemmed up like Irv Gotti
Conversation they got it
Caus of a dumb nigga chirpin wanna talk about it
Hey y’all dog don’t do it
Ask Jamal
Hemmed up like Irv Gotti
Conversation they got it
Caus of a dumb nigga chirpin wanna talk about it
Hey y’all dog don’t do it
Ask Jamal
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