Lyrics:
[Intro/Chorus:]
4 pound, hit you up with rounds
Leave a man down
Wrappin on a rat
The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)
and when it
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
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
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
not humble who gon' stick by me now?
While he down, devisin' a plot, wish they could tie me down?
I be round, Mafia Mechanisms and all sorts
All
looking real saucy in my gangsta-ass Staceys
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'
Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncing
Down to
Yo
fine bitches equal sex to me
plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass
(what)
That's what my bitch told me after I
Took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer
Gotti got down for his
Let off seven rounds
The kid he hit is heaven bound
If he's on the good list
Shorty who shot 'em ran
Knowing niggas would snitch
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
Gotti Go
Get in that car and go vroom, don't give a fuck about no red light
Like what I'm gon do when I'm just tryna get my head right?
If I pull out
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
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
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
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
to your town, cause I'm that nigga
Blow a pound with the windows down, cause I'm that nigga
Yo I'm straight underground, cause I'm that nigga
Yo the rap
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin
nicks went for 20 down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what
like me
(Nobody), nobody's gonna do you like me
(Nobody), nobody
'Cause you know that I'm down to ride
I'm gonna be by your side
Ain't none of that
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