Lyrics:
know what?
I'm ghetto like a nigga gettin' burnt by the same hoe twice, ya heard
me?
Nigga that's ghetto nigga
Ha ha ha ha
[Big Boz]
Nigga
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
lungs
I can develop in yo stomach and be that small
But I grow to the size of a basketball
Now you can ignore me and try to pass it on
You'll be
Dremon - Made it here
Written by D.Haywood & Prod. By Khaki Sol
Yah
Let me check my watch
Let me make it clear
A ni**a did too much but I made
the DM like Yo Gotti
Fuck her tonight and make you want to kill her
I just found out that this bitch is a nympho
I broke her off, she said she can't
the DM like Yo Gotti
Fuck her tonight and make you want to kill her
I just found out that this bitch is a nympho
I broke her off, she said she can't
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
and scholars
The day we lost lil Larry I swear
To god I wanted to kill somebody
Lost KC he spoke to me you gotta be somebody
Envy and jealousy the #1 reason
Many
Whatever they're throwing up
Were putting a K at the end of it
All of this pain I got in me
I couldve died by peace n plenty
You want to kill me well
to the golden coast
Yo you gon fuck around catch a holy ghost
Oh im a pussy, how you gonna call me that
When my brothers tryna scrap and you called your dad
Guess
Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go
drippin in Dior
Ma i came a long a way from kickin in them doors
Skrillaville baby so you know im money hungry
Aint fuckin with me daily so i do it by my
the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue
myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Pissing on the car seats,
like I'm Yo Gotti
Got the Glock 19 went and add me a body
See him, recruit him, I feel like a scouter
Turn his car to a box, we stole it
Kick back
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
off IG, suck a nigga soul
Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still
Me and my mandem are making paper we don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are
I know you came to party so (oh) get up on yo feet (the god just stepped in town)
Yeah baby just trip that body (come on down), and sing along wit me
rather try to steal me
It ain't gon happen bruh
I peeped the whole scene
And before I let you tear me up
I'll kill ya whole team (just to let ya)
heads
Niggas had me twice
I know they hot that I am not dead
Spin they block
Then we spin again
Thought we was rap niggas
Put on yo mind errytime
I
know that pussy runnin' through
Killers movin' silent, why the fuck these niggas hyper, son
Wanna squash the beef, they might just kill me on that
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