Lyrics:
Yo Jeffery hype, dawdie
You nah know ah we response fi dis (oh)
And we haffi dead before some bwoy get pay again
Yo, di gyal dem seh mi sweet
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
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
All praise to a don, he in all white
In the sky see the moon, see the starlight
Make em' blind from the shine cause' the star bright
No I ain't God
up to your city like I’m Gotti
Mercedes stars I’m riding with a thottie
YG I don’t wanna hurt nobody
If I pull up the party better pop
Got it locked
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
on
All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi
or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin
in too deep)
I want to get into you (just get in too deep)
I want to get into you (kick a lil freestyle, yo)
[R. Kelly]
y'all been here so
the southern star shines
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far,
everybody in the building, my nigga L
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas
This here is exodus! Say
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
I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin' close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways
it
Drop bars on these niggas like I'm From Mars, I'm parallel parked by The stars, it's like mixing up salad
Green in my gar, baking soda cut, Yeah,
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
links, yo
This case is mine
With all faith divine, say no more
Throw a Mason sign
The nerve of you, lyin' in court
We all heard of you bUGATCHI suit's
to Gotti and Ja y’all some smart
Ass niggas, man i’m proud of y’all niggas
Man y’all gon’ have Nas
Rapping another ten years
For y’all niggas you gon’ be
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're
the dawg, y’all know how we do it)
Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen man this ya boy let’s check in real quick (what’s hatnen Zoe Gotti)
You get it by any means hanh
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
too late)
Push the button, 'cause I'ma get
Pass me a SCUD missile, so I can bomb the land
Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
your flow gets stopped
By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home
Everybody lookin at you, fish tank syndrome
In full effect, I stay
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
into you (just get in too deep)
I wanna get into you (kick a lil freestyle, yo)
Y'all been here so what the hell
Let's get up on our hotel
Doin
forty cals
At the dice game with brand
New hundreds forty thou'
Stay fly work out, all we eat is Halal
You'll never catch 'em dirty cause all
They keep is
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