Lyrics:
ain't worried bout yo block ill grab the glock and we gone spin em
mhhhh, I ain't worried bout yo block ill grab the glock and we gone spin em
Shake
DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him,
you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird
[Yo Gotti:]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit
This ya boy Yo Gotti yea
Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker
Real hustler's
All praise to a don, he in all white
In the sky see the moon, see the starlight
Make em' blind from the shine cause' the star bright
No I ain't God
to the holly
Turn around ya body and ya got me
Bad lil hottie an we outie
I am the bag I don’t got it by me
I am the Don No John Gotti
Dunk on somebody Like
[Kurupt]
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
[Breakdown: Kurupt]
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui
I'ma kill 'em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I'm
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas
Haters negativity try to turn yo Light off
Don't let 'em get close to dim yo
Whole shine
Haters negativity try to cop yo Blessed swag
Don't let 'em
"Rake it up," like Yo Gotti
I do my thing and I fuck up a party
Niggas that hate, they gonna wanna say, "Sorry"
Free my guys, I ain't seen 'em in
Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)
[Daz]
I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with
of them things
Gucci yo gotti the king
Soulja done did it again
This team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
Money ain't the option
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
ride
Bitches and niggas in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta
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
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
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Come on Young Gotti, come and get some
Eyo get 'em up high, get 'em up higher
Get 'em up in the sky like frequent fliers
7, 6, 5, 4, 3,
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