Lyrics:
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I gots to watch myself, especially my
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
I'm popping gottis yo gotti
bitch I'm getting money like Yo gotti
I got it
And they watching
Yea they watch for me
Watching on my channel
Like i
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn
coupe tengo el Porsche Carrera
Vamos de Miami de camino a Venezuela
Feeling like I'm gotti
All them whips exotic
Got this Henny on her
Drippin off her
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
in town
She ain't ever let a nigga down
Yeah she love it when I come around
KSD, she know I'll give her rounds
Turn up the city, we got a new sound
got the strap
And when my homies see ya
You the only female they give dap
You the only nigga that I'll kiss
Make love to and still do some gangsta
to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
(CityBoy)
(yeah, yeah) i feel like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti
I’m feeling on her body
She feel it in her soul
the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't
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
ride
Bitches and niggas in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta
realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my dogs i swear to God it been a minute
Yo, it's Boosie and Gotti
Niggas know we go retarded for money we fuck up the check
Aye
Lil' Haitian Gotti Like that there, yeah yeah
Haha
I got them, mmm
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
and they must like it, it totally got me high, you did
One in a hole, I'ma live my life like I'm a Gotti
Hope my killer ain't onside me
Death come and it
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
the plug send the best bud
BeastSide but I still got West love
How I'm coming with the drums like QuestLove
You gotta know a little pape go a long way
Tight
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
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
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
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