Lyrics:
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
therapeutic
Got no time to think about it yo just go and do it
Matter fact just keep it booming
Run it back they goin stupid
Gimme dat no autotuning
Hit them up
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
matters
Go so hard, forget the critics
I block out the chatter
Put my heart into it
Know you feel it in yo' soul
Plant a seed and I ask God
Can He help it
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
me
(okay)
Famous
Yuh, can't believe that I'm famous
Yo, it's crazy can't believe that I'm famous
Can't believe that I'm famous
(Uh)
Can't believe that
weed but I said fuck it bitch this shit is potent
Can't let em knock me off my pivot step on em like roaches
Fuck on yo bitch and paint her face ion fuck
keep on sayin
That this shit is to the death and imma eat yo brains
Im running wit some cons and i roll with loccs
Got family from the bronx
(ay)
Ubisoft like far cry
Its EA sports with the archive
Its Wolfenstein off the hard drive
And never released like Dark Knight
I'm the show, hey! like
the wack..who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
About to get set
So act like WU..Protect
dark
Niggas hustle hard, like the Gods don't believe in God
Aiyo, Vel, call this nigga, man, what the fuck, B?
We sitting here forever, yo, Lorne,
problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
Yo, yeah, yo, yo
Hey yo
about it
Do you hear me y'all
Yea I know I got it
Like John gotti
I'm all profit
I walk the talk
And you can't stop it
I hustle hard
Can't knock it, v
believe you'll be by my side?
Every night? (Oh-ah oh-ah oh-ay)
Yo, I been rapping since Allen Iverson skippin' practice
So many hooks on my records how
for a medic
Niggas really sweet by the way they talk they need to see a dentist
Don't believe that shit that they telling you if I never said it
I flex
I see you workin’ hard (I see you workin' hard)
Yo, I pay attention (I pay attention)
Now, how can I help you?
Got me feelin’ like I’m workin’
the drugs and thugs meet
Yo I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox
Rhyme excellent kill 'em
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
Cracking the handcuffs
I am the one they've been waiting for
The prophecy said am the chosen one
I do it for Africa
Do it mama
I Do it for alla yo
My
what the doctor said
What you gone do if yo kidneys fail
You gone get up or just gone sit in hell
Aye, what you gonе do if them
People comе knocking
Gotti ate off Hitler
Hood patrol, sharks up against tadpoles
Fire up the nickels and chrome
I don't fuck with ya'll bitches, see I dip
Deep dishes
true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck,
Yeah, yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury where chickens love for me
I used to watch 'Sesame Street'
I used
Yo Gotti
I'm so sorry, for yall that aint rockin' with your boy Jaya
I just maya
Switch it up on yall
Real
Real
Player like
Ima diffrent type
Aint
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