Lyrics:
wit me killas
Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!
[Chorus:] [Silkk The Shocker]
I'm a N-O- nigga L-I
M-I-T soldier (2X)
the E-Class
Kiss my ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
[Chorus]
Yo I use my real name - cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in
body (Nah)
Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga
Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti
Buck took me in, in '04
Let me come sleep in his house
Gave me the keys
sucker niggaz know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it drow
It's dead-liest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this
talk..
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, this is how the gangsta's talk
Yeah, yeah, gangsta walk
All the real G's out there
I know you gettin yo gangsta walk
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
in this b*tch
Black Youngsta, Yo Gotti
I love Moneybagg
In my ho* voice
Might call him zaza
Too many to name
But stay in your bag
Haha to the bank
Make
Corvettes and maseratis
I can bring pain like king james can dunk it
I can sling game like ving rhames can punch it I run shit
Im on it Yo bro get wrapped up
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Headed down to Memphis
Cuz Nashville too soft
cll them cowboys wanna be King
I got my eyes on the cross
Down south hustlin
Old school custom
If you
a Memphis nigga out in Beverly Hills
I been buyin' publishing and sellin' pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
Niggas buyin' Dior, I been buyin'
make ya sound for real
Haha
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Only gone, Dillinger, Young Gotti
Fuck wit us
beats...I stick to yo' moms, nigga!
(Memphis Bleek)
JUST BLAZE!!!
Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme
Young E's had game since the days of Atari
Since
a hoe?
I'm Dr. Real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
Matter
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
a king, might aswell crown me
I guess it's cause I'm certified, certified
Niggas know me, certified, certified
Yeah you heard me? Certified, certified
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
Yo I use my real name, cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in the game, cause I'm that nigga
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
by the cops fuck 12
Police pull at every block
She on her knees she gon give me top
She gon clean me good like a mop
Got her the gucci and flip flops
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