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My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
of shit I'm dealing with
I can't lie I try but i can't let you get too close to me
How I'm suppose to have yo back you turned around and stole from me
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Justin Bieber fuck the same hoes
Me and Snoop Dogg, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Yo Gotti fuck the same hoes
The same
get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti
Fargo w/ the Money bag like Yo , I got it
And it's going down in my DMs like right now like Yo ... gotti
I'm so about it , what you know about it
Whip
another cat get his money.
Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone.
(Havin money havin money)
Word life. (Havin money)
[La the Darkman]
fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by
[Yo Gotti:]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit
This ya boy Yo Gotti yea
Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker
Real hustler's
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.
I told y'all
There was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table choppin up some shit
Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little
It get super spooky
Drugs in my body
Send hits like I'm Gotti
That bitch got a body
And she rocking stussy
I'm all in her
That bitch got a body
Sipping
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
Yeah
This is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah
niggas hatin' on me (bitch)
You get money, we get money
But it ain't the same (nah, nah, nah)
Steel Phantom, see my Fanta
This shit ain't the same (whoa)
Ima Need For All The Broke Niggas And All The Broke Bitches To Leave The Club Right Now
Loud Pack Nigga
If You Bout Yo Money And Keep To Yo Motha
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
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
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
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
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
Da ha da ha ha ha ha ha
Da ha ha ha da ha ha ha ha ha
It was '87 crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
Niggas gettin' it
Every block rise to perfection
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