Lyrics:
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake
strong (yeah)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where)
Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
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Xikano The Producer
Dímelo Jhon Gotti
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performin' aerial movement
Thoughts linger, distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters
Stare or prove it,
small while the fakes roll by
I think I just cut the grass, woah
'Cause all I see are snakes, woah
They be hissin' in my face, woah
No fakes, no fakes,
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
The Wu rag tied around your head,
[Conversation]:
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I
Goonin'
She got it popping
Whippin up my life like she is the toppin
She ain't a pretty Ricky bitch, she a gotti
Lookin like Beyoncé but she really thuggin
a pet snake yea that nigga solid
With a charm around my fucking collar yea yo how see me n she tryna holler
Got the red shit under my Balenciaga's asked
throat (tryna try out the throat)
I took her down to the Regis
Balenciaga rainbow (rainbow), I put 'em on like Yeezy (yeah, yo)
You can stab me in my
crazy but my dawg Right behind you
Niggas snakes tho foreal
I'll hate to out slime you
Shit be crazy when yo own nigga try to
Out shine you
Supercharged
thing you know yo pockets catch a flat tire (what the fuck)
That's why you got to keep the snakes out yo yard (grass cut)
When my homie stabbed me in my
This a verbal Molotov nigga/ I’ll never fall off/ fuck these niggaz feelings get money/ That Bernie Madoff/ Slingin dick all in yo bitch/ that pussy
When these new rappers
Get to talkin' John Gotti
They be flexing out in public
Straight detective all in private
No I don't respect yo gangsta
All you
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
she yo girl with no diamonds and no pearls, if she loyal tell me how you feel it
Tell me how you feel when yo dawg playing snake behind yo back you see
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
the super star like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is
Make a move,
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