Lyrics:
with my man, then he getting stuck with you
And gave it the money
'Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
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
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
I done shot another dick
Niggaz'll roll tricks to keep they mind off shit
I tack up parole, they supervise my whole side
Money wise, surprised,
a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Chorus]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy
love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper
coming through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy
My niggas wit it, wit it
Money, we get it, get it
I see my target,
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
, the drug dealer
I'm Yo Gotti, the thug nigga
I'm Yo Gotti, my own heir
And if you wanna ODX, then tell Gotti to blow it, nigga
I've been getting money for
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
aint what we on
King of my city like Leon
Driving the boat like Elon
I be smoking on gas on freon
Like I got Yo Gotti with me
CMG and OMG
I knew that
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson,
a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Chorus]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy
I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper
For real yeah ain't never had to tell me get this bread
Holiday
Packs in my ass and rocks under my tongue
Gotti ain't doing drugs cause Gotti ain't gettin' sprung
Rappin' came eazy
It was a gift, that I got from Jeezy
wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
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