Lyrics:
when the shells pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Yo I kidnap n****s
Then b**** smack n****s
Give me the crack
of us) What the fuck would I do?
Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me
I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body
If I'm built then God
gotta be kidding
You sellin rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, Myself, Gotti & Pop was on my hit man
[Gotti]
Yeah, and I'm
You not in position to joke
You seen the Oscar's, you watched it, right?
Well I Will smack you with the Smith
Don't get Rocked (Rock) tonight
I got my
Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
catching a body
We pullin up with them sticks and them shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no
no care
It's obvious that you want me to appear
Let's turn on the lights and I'll sing in your air
(Da, vamo' a darle ma')
Shake your body
Rock
a lot
Life ills poisoned my body, I used to say fuck mic skills
I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
That's right, it's wicked, that's life, I live
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
that body, scar up that body
Should I kill him now Ton'? I said probably
Side bets, I form better
Bust hammers with pot holders
And yo, dead a cow for
the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky
(In the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (I'm fried)
Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed
(Get robbed)
the ice
And the g's what's yours is mines
But you already know though
I'm young gotti desodo
Let's see how long a body can flow fo'
I got my Rocawear
have a little fun with the rest of my crew
So take a chill and just relax
Yo Ready see, pretend that you're a dj and scratch
( *Ready Rock see
sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
sellin' rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, myself, and Gotti & Pop was on my hit
[Gotti]
yeah, and I'm a Gangsta, Smoka, Toasta
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH (Repeat 8 times)
CHORUS
Rock yo body
Freak somebody
Take your clothes off
Rock yo body
Freak Somebody
Take your clothes off
Schemin hanging around the wrong people fakin they be leachin
Dont you look up to me young nigga i aint a preacher
I just like to rock out to the mic
some body wit yo fine ass
Wit yo fine ass, wit yo fine ass
(You got it) Rockin' wit yo fine ass
Rock, rock, rockin' like a fine ass
Masterpiece, you
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
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
final thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your
a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocks
Coming through in the new blue drop
I be able
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