Lyrics:
junkies
Goons big baboons
Mad at me cuz im stylin like i'm Vidal Sassoon
Got yo chick wrapped up in an R Kelly cocoon
And she turn into a butterfly in
[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
got it on me Ima beat his ass till he purple
I don't fuck wit the news
And by the news I mean rookie niggas
I used to bully and nuggy niggas
Now I just
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
thinkin, I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Some people cry, and some people try
thinkin, I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Some people cry, and some people try
she wanna be my my baby
Scotie to hottie I want me a Bentley all white like Yo Gotti
The gang be the reason why we keep on moving
No talent be wasted
Yeah I'm like Scotty too Hottie
If I buss a nigga his spiritual exit his body
It's Mike Chek TwoThree and Yo Gotti
I know we the ones it's a definite it
like I'm Rocky
Drop the bitch off in a Masi'
Feel like I'm Gotti feel like I'm Teflon
I ride around with a weapon
I got that shit that ain't stepped
red I advise y'all not to press
Yo bullshit's down the loo give that shit a rest
cnd I got my wings lifted like I left the nest
(Damn) Vodka in my jeans
[Conversation]:
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I
to zip up
You're in a bag bodied
Bodied
You've been a bad Gotti
Gotti
If I release the freestyles
You dissed half of Marion by name
Sad Gotti
You've been
and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin
To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
it'd be very difficult)
That's it, capeesh
(If I had my choice I'd rather be feared, see fear last longer than love)
Don't forget where you came
(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
Trap be still doin' numbers
Big Gotti still got runners
Twenty years straight no fumbles
Wildlife, nigga, from
did it
'Cause I thought that's how you did it, now I do it, 'cause I love it
I don't covet everything they got that I don't (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Let me
Cause it ain't cheap and Yo Gotti'll tell you it's a lot of hype bitches
On the road, lay your coffin
If you're intent on stoppin' I bet you, they gon'
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey,
I'm dressed in designer I'm pourin Bacardi
I'm part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain't fuckin
ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna
I'm curious bout yo life
See yo decisions got you wrestling
Our mind been out shape since we started taking all this medicine
Sometimes I feel ok
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