Lyrics:
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
Yea
Irv Gotti
Yea
Murder Inc.
Uh, Yea, Uh
Run'em down nigga
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo,
Listen
Tune... tune in....
Listen
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
Will you keep fussin when you know I'm right (yeah)
Keep it low key, girl come spend
strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
(cryin)
You blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup)
I'm Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was)
I really shot them
around
They call me lil fivie (Baow)
Put my niggas on
Like yo gotti (Uh)
I'm a big dawg
You a lil puppy
I'm top two
Ask about me
I ain't number two
You can
This ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I'm just a convict, skippin' the prison line
Yo, I'm on the chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
She say I got the big head Yo Gotti
Maybe because my paper tags came with no mileage
The same n****s broke swear I'm nobody
That n**** lame I fucked
a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know
your younging get it done for 15k
When you see them drums filled up with them hollows turn yo ass to td jakes
When i hit that number i'm take the mob
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
on Greenleaf
with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got
a dime on her, calling it a free hoe
I'm rich like I'm Roddy, she stretch like palates
I get to the money bag, feel like Yo Gotti
I'm making a pussy fold
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
I'm vito corleone
I was creeping down yo block in tinted out muscle
Man the way I'm going up you would think i sold my soul
When i got the wheel you
Single, I'm single (It's Yo Gotti) Go go go go go
It's gonna rock up in the building (Go, go)
Single single single, single, single (I know)
I'm
that bitch and I raise the roof
Niggas be cappin', they rat in they raps
I'm Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti, got the proof
Big black Drac', I call that
yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
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