Lyrics:
a schoolyard, we make it hard
What's poppin' y'all?
We made our change what's stoppin' y'all?
They spray y'all names Rest in Peace on the project wall
Quiet
on my hips no lie
Niggas neva tested, fuck aroun they'd did
Gotti gotti got the shotty to ya body body
No funny, push me n ima catch a homi homi
Lemme
You can't expect me to stay quiet when my name is addressed
Of course, I get, yeah you gotta stay poppin
You can say my name and the whole industry's
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
poppin now (Poppin' now)
I'm Lil Boosie wipe me down (Wipe me down)
Give a fuck bout what they talking bout (Talking bout)
My auntie stay by Waffle House
Cause I don’t miss you
Girl I got options
So ima be honest
Like Wayne and Yo Gotti I’m out with my patnas
And we steady mobbin’
On some city boy hot
pocket, I can't even walk
Fifty hitters with me nigga, I set it off
Poppin' bottles, blowing money, I'm just having fun
Me and my niggas fresh to death,
if you want, we be poppin' them thangs (yeah)
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga, what?)
We hold it down
It took a keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now
Rob base Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big money talking, Mayweather, Paquiao
Gucci soft
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
no Mollys
I said yo jus like I’m gotti
She peeped yeezys on my feet
No one expected me on this beat
Uh real funny
The other side got snow bunnies
readin between the lines and I gotta get rich, and I'm feelin like Von, body on body I'm poppin my shit and I Feel like yo Gotti, I roll through the city
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
Come fuk with som niggas that’s poppin
Verse1
I run off the stage and jump in the crowd
I drop that beat that make em go wild
I got the plug yo
where you live
Keep on poppin pills you gone end up dead
Thats what the doctor said
What you gone do if yo kidneys fail
You gone get up or just gone sit
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by
Lil Haitian Gotti like that there yeah yeah
Lil Haitian Gotti Like that there yeah, yeah
Bitch ever since a lil' youngin', I been thuggin', I swear
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Ayy (ayy, ayy), ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, woo
Yeah, woo
Now I can see why they scary (why?)
Everything 'bout me
drugs
Poppin' Molly, rolling weed up
Who am I, Pusha T I'm from the Vi
R-G add another I, N-IA, and they hate
When they see me ridin' by, skinny tires
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
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