Lyrics:
Gangsta shit
USA, right?
Germany-bound
For all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Dogg Pound Gangstas front-liner
Kurupt Young Gotti
For
got the strap
And when my homies see ya
You the only female they give dap
You the only nigga that I'll kiss
Make love to and still do some gangsta
afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do
ain't never want you, Beatrice, what you gonna do now?
Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefin' with you
I think about the game and what its like
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
listen
It could happen to you
[Bridge:]
Now what would you think? (I don't know)
What would you do? (I don't know)
Can't beat ya gat, can't find ya
like
"Gotti" (Yo)
"I'm throwing a party, come and parlay
Finna shoot you the addy; ain't too far from where you stay
Bad bitches and alcohol, what more I
takes mathical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet to trombone
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly,
squeezin
Ya but you ain't gone
Finish don't start no stuff
Don't start no stuff, there's too
Many woman here to waste all my time on
You, oh what ya gonna do
gotti gon state the facts
I can do what I want and they know that I'm up now
One thing I know that you never could trust clowns
It been a minute I got off
young and my old body (yah)
You don't know yet, don't know Bobby (know Bobby)
I got the juice like the film and Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
I changed it
nigga, pulled a heat nigga at that
Come to find out was a cunt that got slapped and didn't scrap
'cause you know what motherfuckers like you do wit'
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
(Nawl) We Do what the fuck we want Slut out her box jus like I’m roddy, we blowing biscatti She know ima big Cat (05) Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll stomp one of you little
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet
do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Oh, just in case you need me
I don't mind
Yo, tell them what to do, tell them what
dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' niggas
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga
Uh-huh, okay right
(Ayy) you see, back in '06
We told y'all so
(speak to 'em for a sec?)
Gotti (I'm back)
I
All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real
Life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills (ha)
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That
a fool
Claiming you love what I do and be out playing the Rule
Bad move, more cars, more hoes, more jewels, and I'd love
Nothin' more than to see you (6
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