Lyrics:
In this bih ballin yea by myself
Dont give a fuck i dont need no help
In this bih i shoot at yo belly
I get it now im you niggas freddy
In this bih
fuck wit 'em same nigga still owe me on a pack,
Think a nigga forgot because I'm rappin' nah
When I get off the road,
I shoot back to my town new
she finna wink
So I put it in the pink
Never put it the stink
Niggas out here hit a lick
So I'm turnt up off the scottie
Ya I feel like I'm Yo Gotti
See
form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is peppered
Son when I let off
Gotti, here we go again, yo
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I'm born
The future problem's, kicking and carrying on
Cause I
ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks
Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his
have an ocean view
How much coke you do?
I peep you got teeth like a smoker do
This clown was in a Face Off
Smilin' like how the Joker do
Yo, y'all
a nigga , (TAKE OUT)
Killa kill killas,
Black mask,
John gotti a nigga, (SHOTS)
Verse1
Black bag,
Body ,
Call up a herse,(reaper)
I don’t like rappers ,
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my
As this G s*** begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest n**** breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
I'mma wipe that bambino
If it's really like that, pussy meet me at my show
I'mma shoot at all them niggas, laugh about it pour a four
Chaz Gotti my lil
clouds
Me and Lil' John Gotti, rockin' 80 grand crowds
Fresh off the back street, concrete fatha figure
Niggas shiver when I deliver
Blastin' hollerin'
If You got guns (Yeah)
We pull tech's (What)
Shoot first leave yo brains on the headrest (N****)
It's all out war (Uh huh)
Who got next? (Unlawful)
and shoot for the sky
You can't even let time fly
Can't een let it go by
I tellem to dream and shoot for the sky
I tellem to dream and shoot for the top
Buy
the bitches he got no bodies
We can go dollar for dollar just call me Yo Gotti
My dealer said you need some more tomorrow I don't know probably
Yeah the dog
the raps
You shoot, I shoot back no questions asked
Raise your hands for the realest cat alive
The only child blues
The only child who? Yo
And I remember
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
distance
6 feet
Like gotti
Show up then body
I’m stuck up
So snotty
In private
I’m naughty
Yo he claiming that he
Slid but he a bitch he hid
I
on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes
Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his used
I hear
ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks
Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his
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