Lyrics:
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
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
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
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
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
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
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
thing nice benz we a push wid a pretty gal by my side
Smoke we a smoke till we high bad memories we no want live our life
Money affi mek thing nice benz
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
a party ahk
Fuck a cop catch a body call it body rock
Blowing sticky on my grizzy call it milli rock
Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like extended glocs
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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