Lyrics:
missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin round wit real killas
Hush gang he ain't frontin no fuck
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
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
that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearin' these voices, inside of my mind
Sayin' fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how the good
the slammer
I couldn't make a sandwich
Eating chicken cacciatore
Baby true story
I been in my feelings
Hives in my mind
But there's no penicillin
Cuffing
phone
I aint ever gonna stop it i been grindin all along
My money never red but red put money on your head
Sleepin on my team will leave you bloody in
she was on a nigga airtight
It won't no what's up it won't no hug I shook my head twice
You thinking we bros you broke the code I found yo hoe and bent
G, and Drezz
Stack my money and have some kids
Gotti did just what it is
Cmg a hundred years
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used
I got obama runtz in the ash tray (Obama)
Smoking gotti like it’s back to my past name (John gotti)
Star gotti take me back to my pass ways (Star g)
explode
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Harlem World
Where niggas get the money all day
Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay
Triboro, so
"kiss my ass"
Put some money on ya head, please don't make me pop a tag nigga
Never will I ever, let these hoes rob me of rest
I'm a mess
For a check,
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
I'm Gotti ( Like I'm Gotti )
If you ain't talking bout money leave yo messages on seen ( Seen )
I know you look good but yo outfit came from shein (
and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody wanna
on my aim
They say Keep it real Gotti I say I been doing that
They say these niggas on white, I say influence that
I'm on my lea-lea-leader shit,
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
Un-touch-able, inde-struct-able
Get in my way and we're dustin you
As a kid this the type of shit that we dreamed of
Money, cars, bitches and drugs
I prevail,
negro like gotico
Como rockstar destrampo el micro
Todo mis flows son autotonos
Toy pal money digo como no
Yo no hablo bullshit ya el team corono
Bitch
kind of shit
Like take a point out, then put a point in
I fuck yo main ho and all my homies doin' that shit
I'm getting money, must be the Iluminati
They
You gon' know I'm Kaiser Soze
When I stop walkin' crooked
The glitch in The Matrix
Bend spoons in my mind cause
I concentrate on hatred
Dedicated
of dope run-in
Hustling tryna dodge des cases
You niggas been telling n
Da streets been beggin
So I had to go back 2 Da basics
Gotti dis yo boy Yo
Weapon's my mind!
A lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin
A lethal weapon..
A lethal
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture nigga gettin' money, nigga, get back (back)
Roll a blunt
my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)
Yo' niggas couldn't tote you too much baggage they backdoor you
Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we
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