Lyrics:
yea
And I could never sell my soul
If I don't pop back to the basics Yō Gotti get it out the stove
And If I don't pop straight lace straight lace get it
Yo
Ima pour my heart on this one y'all
Brianna Lee
Lately I been feelin' real lonely
Fuck I guess the devil tryn' hold me
Ima thug it out by my
know that thugs need love
Feeling so down casted
Ugh
Feeling so out casted
Ugh
I’m a thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Stay focus till I reach to the top
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Uh, uh
If I'm gonna
Season
I make the wave, you know I been the drip
I've been Pres., never changed, and i'm always on some Gotti shit
Ownership, pen quotes used for captions
playin' dumb
I'm forever gon' have that blicky, free my niggas in the feds
Fourth quarter had it over, you know Gotti by me, yeah
I still miss Ted, ain't
Hebrew Under God
On some real life shit I'm a T.H.U.G.
True Hebrew Under God
Those who live by the game
Gon' to die by the game
Those who live by
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
and keeping finances straight
Maybe I'm not the one to date
Miss who I was, he not the same
I watched you play with my intelligence
Never judge a book by its
(Nah)
I'm a story teller
Done smoked a lot of trees
But I cook coke better
I'm a trendsetter
Had tha world ridin' Chargers
Had tha thugs clutchin'
outside
Can't get in the lobby
I'm confident
Ain't cocky
If I hit it
Can't sleepover
Bitch might try to rob me
Fuck them all if they try me
Lead yo wave
dealt with, frontin and hatin
See I'm polishin, plus I'm cool, yeah I'm a thug and yeah I'm a fool
I love the game and I love the rules
If you cross
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
song with Yo Gotti
Then that shit dropped
And I was the God, drownin in money
But nobody cared about the process
Way before I was sunny
I knew since day
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Vee]
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's
talk sells nothing
Im calling your front, stop bluffing
Provoke a stroke with my 42 seconds of dope
Adrenaline pages flood my notebook, yo
Rapper noyd
screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend
I'ma shoot ya ass up
Niggas know I'm straight thug
Niggas know I'm gooned up ride by spot
Shoot your fucking living
With a body of a shottie
By nature
We both naughty
Like two shots of Bacardi
My heads cloudy
Been a thug
Eversince
My nose snotty
Anomaly
The way we roll
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
in they books
Cause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cooked
As the years went by still survival of the fittest
Now I'm riding in
got started with this shit yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every nigga breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
got started with this s*** yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every n**** breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
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