Lyrics:
ain't got some sprit
But you get tagged by bots
I'm like fuck these ni**as
F*ck the killer
He ain't a murder
Dont talk bout things you see in tv
Guess
lullaby
Hang with the homies and learned to
Kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin
Just let me ride
Bitches
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In my 97 bumping After da Kappa
This the type of shit that she be Downloadin from Napster
Fuck You
bitch that iron
Leave a crease
Yea
Like ma do ya jeans
For Church on sunday
Yea
I leave u for dead
Pop up at yo waiting
And make me a plate
Yea
digger)
You too cute, gimme mouth, pay you loot (too cute)
Better watch yo' bitch, she want the group (hey, hey)
Woo, woo, woo
Coupe with the wings
you harm
2.Money stacks like leprechauns bae you my luckycharm yea
3.Wrap you liked teflon you made me step it up a notch
4.Couldn't let you loose fck
these delusion
But you can't break my passion
In Christ I hide please CAUTION!
I gotti Holy-Ghost in my body
And God blessed me full of money
You see me
out
I turned up my drip, I made that shit hot
Keep cooking that dope until 12 raid the spot
Now they pay me and they pay me a lot now they pay me
the plug have to use a couple dollies
You used to be a boss I'm used to being Gotti
Six blunts three percs and some juice for me and Gotti
Never going broke
Niggas tryna hold me back, tryna bring me down
Stressing me to graduate with a degree and a cap and gown
Nigga fck that, nigga that's wak
Word up
Yo this sum birthday sh*t
How you gon bring me a birthday gift to my birthday party on my
Yea, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
Keep it a bean,
Ima Santodorp Baby
Fuck you Pay me
Gang Members Babies
Wasn't born in 80's
The trenches that wat raised me
These nigga Try to snake
I don't know why
and you don't see me I'm prolly with ya bitch
Amatic a genius eh yo Amatic on some sh*t
I spit a verse and here n*ggas come tryna find a part to pick,
down like Laila, Why you keep trying to save her?
I do this sh*t by myself so why the f*ck I need a label?
Im independent forreal I think thats why they
of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll stomp one of you little
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
ik they hating cause we da shitt
Yea we say fck da opps yea we thuggin on dat bs Glock automatic it be some hollow tips
Dats yo bitch I take her
the same, something changed
I pull up on you what’s ya name?
Pump ya brakes I gotta dollar and a dream
Come f*ck with me Come f*ck with me
Yea come f*ck
stompin you.
Pussi boi go home
Or is it haunted?
Nah ion mean to intrude
But you push me.
Yo old man got jooged by a rookie
5 Van lul push before
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
And say what u want
I'm a big deal
I Never a phony
I been real
Making em sick
Bitch I been ill
Pay me a fee for the walk through
I need it in cash
I don't
ain't f*ck wit me right? (You ain't f*ck with me)
yeah you was on my team like..
(you was on my team)
They say that karmas a word that I don't use no more
amateurs
But dis a selfie fck a camera
Fore I got a check I den ran it up
You ain't gettin to it you ain't man enough
Red Bull boost my stamina
Once I'm in
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