Lyrics:
them foes
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin,
on the platter with
Any means you gotta give
We'll take the biz by storm
Reform your style of norm
Conform it to what sells
And hear the money bells
Jingling all
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
Yo, the saga begins, begin 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
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
to replenish (yeah)
You might fall in love when I finish (yeah)
I came from humble beginnings (I did)
They stealin' my style and my image (bitch)
Wait,
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
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
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
No dejes de moverte soy rockstar a lo young gotti
Quieres un billete ? Nena ponte loqui
Rómpeme el dickies fúmale al kripy
Dímelo baby si quieres
’tán buenas, to'as 'tán vergataria'
Oh, yeah, estos pussie’ to' quieren mi style
Todos sus mejores tema' yo
Lo' hago de freestyle
Yeah, stacked to' mis
the gangsters (uh, come on)
Anything goes when we ride (when we ride)
Even with my little shorty by my side
Nuh long talk, nuh bag of noise (nuh bag
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
Hit yo head like we play'n volley
Stay in balance no melancholy
UBC speed like Ferrari
The Cavalry them my Carnales
Monkey style this rap karate
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
with
Me and Yo Gotti (What?)
Fuck all that
Let's talk about that new Porsche I'm riding
(Uh, huh)
I'm getting money, they getting money
That's the end
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