Lyrics:
Just to keep it honest bitch
I’m not with all that rara shit
I should up my feature price
This just boost my confidence
Don’t talk unless yo paper right
Where's my horns? Andale! Andale! Yo
Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm live, will start shit
Melt the place then break out like an arsonist
Classified
Gman too hardbodied i ain't hesitating with my strap
Bitch i step on shit for drama play and get yo big homie whacked
I been tryna stack dis paper demons
say it right now
I know tomorrow aint promised
I had to bury my mama
I need to count up some commas
So I can chill in Bahamas
And If you lost on yo
a spell, it's like magic
Turn that bully boy into a faggot
Turn that pig cop that been jockin' you right back to maggots
Turn his blue steel into plastic
Yo
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen
momomamamarron(?)
get done cloned and choke in stone
[Chorus: 2x]
[Daz]
Yeah and thats how we doin this shit
Daz Dilli, Fredwreck, Kurupt the Kingpin Young Gotti
momomamamarron(?)
Get done cloned and choke in stone
[Chorus: 2x]
[Daz]
Yeah and that's how we doin this shit
Daz Dilli, Fredwreck, Kurupt the Kingpin Young Gotti
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
bit what and who made what
Nigga fuck all y'all styles
I'm finna set this shit off like this here
Chitowns murderous mob gothic
Hard knock it give me
(Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers)
(Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers)
Too much smoke in here man
Crack a fucking window man,
down in wyoming
Any bitch or nigga
Can get stepped on
Ian the one to play
All it take is one wrong move
Yo life a end right here today
Real shit up in my
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
on grinding
Ima trench baby gotta Draco in a peacoat
Yeah Free Gotti, free my main shooter free Rio
This shit like FreeBandz it's on me like casino
We got real
fresh from di farm, no preserve, nothing added
Burn it inna your nostrils, you feel it inna yuh forehead
Thc and di General married
Here to heal di
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
Dealin wit dis shit
It's plain and simple babe
Gotta smoke a lil somethin take it to The face
Cuz yo attitude is ugly now I have to Blaze
It don't really
niggas
Don’t fuck wit fuck niggas; don’t even try 2 come near (keep that fuck shit ova there)
No fuck shit; nigga it’s real ova here (real shit)
I got yo
Skiggy Rapz rhyme saying vocalist
Yo, my shit is never square so you you can roll with it
Say hello to that Keynote braggadocio flow
Got so much style it
a body
These hoes Doin 2 Much I'm like Yo Gotti
Wrist sore wrist cold that's goals hockey
Big guns fat pockets I look mad stocky
I gets in that ass word
and ain't never sold dope
My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I
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
niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the hollow tips
Flip 'em like the Gotti clip my crew shift the body
Discuss these dis shit right here by yo gotti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In