Lyrics:
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest niggas left and I told that bitch
I know I know
alone I won't forget you
Gotti wats poppin, the 'line know I got them
The Stars winning without M dubb is not a option
No way we could fail, we prevailed
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
she a goddess
I swear she so damn erotic
Look at the tats on her body
I be like yo, no gotti
Original no copy
Damn
Girl, you know just what I’m about
I
feelin' dead n prune
Feeling like every move, being watched by the cops
Wonder who gon' make a stop
I heard the opps just got shot so I even gotta do it
Go
love u better lucky cause I'm cold hearted
Trench coat like John Gotti
I made a bank deposit
And I still got cash in my pocket
Go to war like Davy
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
subbin' me in yo' mentions
Bitch, you givin' the feds assistance
They be givin' the feds descriptions
I'm bangin' the red division
My brother ain't here
Imma love this dream till it loves me back yo
Can't stop, won't stop, gonna make it to the top
Even if there's, only one spot
Imma make moves, hit
Gotti (notorious, woah)
I could have been one of the most notorious
I got saved by the king and His love is so glorious
I could have been one
we gettin' it, we gettin'
I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph
So this shit ain't my business, my business
You need a pack and the
Money good, I'ma send it,
life then I got blinded allure
We all go through it too, been divided by obscure
Let go of the stress, LORD I'm blessed by my nature
I can read yo
pictures
And to my brother, I'm still with you
Divorce her, don't hit that sister
I got sons who got brothers, got daughters and sisters
Lead by example,
admit I got a hood bitch fetish
Lil' mama got a tat and a ring on her belly
I love the way she dance I love the way she walk
She from the triple b I
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
Yea yea yea
Its Flock Gotti yea
Yea yea yea
When I'm thinking about you
It's all about you
It's only you
Thinking about you you yea
I think about you
her
But i got her you was just a sucker
Blogs put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down then switch 'em out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand
[Tash]
(Who we got?)
We got Catash and Kuruption
What the f*** is yo' function?
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f*** s*** up
I'm sippin'
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
that I wasn't fuckin with you actors
Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land
Peter Pan you's a middle man yea
Yo Gotti got the money
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
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