Lyrics:
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Come on Young Gotti, come and get some
Eyo get 'em up high, get 'em up higher
Get 'em up in the sky like frequent fliers
7, 6, 5, 4, 3,
come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet, I'm the co-pilot
I hustle that yola, this cocaine music like Yo Gotti
This shit never fail, I'm catchin'
convenient
To keep on sinnin'
God said you gon' be judged
By the way you livin'
People too caught up in
The smokin', the drinkin', the sex
How you a Christian
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
it again, startin' something
*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Warren G]
Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in
ho, ridin' through slow
Blaze through third and first and do what ya do
I done, done I done, done
Pull up and wrap the shotgun
They know me Gotti
ho, ridin' through slow
Blaze through third and first and do what ya do
I done, done I done, done
Pull up and wrap the shotgun
They know me Gotti
For now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light up a sack for the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust off the Ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets
Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em
I ain't givin out my time to a goofy nigga
Drop a hunnid K on a loser nigga (Laudiano)
The first nigga
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
a lot
Life ills poisoned my body, I used to say fuck mic skills
I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
That's right, it's wicked, that's life, I live
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
givin' out that Gotti time
Probably find
Bodies lined up
In ya lobby slime
Dust, booze
Mushrooms
Smack ya out ya molly mind
Police comin' around
hop on the scene, the guapy with me
You know I'm up
She my mascot
And she mad hot
I can't even front
I'm givin her backshots
I'm givin her backshots
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
this bitch just for puffin ya chest up
Gotti waves in this bitch Imma crash out like nebula
On yo ass if you think about checkin us
I'm well known
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
friends sellin' sheepskins
Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
it off yeah (Take it off)
Ethika draws mixed with Dior (Ethika Dior)
Drippy I'm sauced baby (Drip)
I'm iced out like Gotti (Like Gotti)
My price up
and close your eyes when I hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams
and destruction
Got niggas livin by the gun
So make way here I come, its da bitch that
Don't give a fuck
You make another move ya get fucked up
'cause
[Conversation]
Yo son, whatcha think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin' and stuff...
They
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