Lyrics:
Ain't takin no titles I instantly bruise your soul
Talkin that shit to me- trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin my clothes and start snappin like I'm
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
world
And I know that you really can't believe
What ya hear and ya see
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Get yo' money
Fuck a bitchand blow a gang
over from New Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
too late)
Push the button, 'cause I'ma get
Pass me a SCUD missile, so I can bomb the land
Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
the country
I can't get enough
That Migo life I want it, I can't get enough
Look at your bitch I know she want me
She gon' give it up
Noooo I can't get enough
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Yeah 3-3-300 spartans, leading and marching
Swimming in women, I'm
Sleeping with dolphins, nah
Pay me no
Yep the face Michael saw was me up in the mirror, boo
Stand clear when the E is rappin
Like, Martin and D, What's the Worst Can Happen?
Brooklyn can
the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep (beep-beep)
Don't give a fuck if a bitch is a nun (nun)
She suckin' me numb, 'til I go to sleep (numb)
Woke up and told
(What's up, Slim?)
(Ooh, who is that? Girl, that's Tella)
First things first, 'fore I say anything
Start with this shit, long live King Flippa
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
tell me bout my pistol
Niggas wanna kill me bitch when I met you
You was real but now you start to switchin’
Draco bouncing up and down like switches
my hands are dirty but still can't touch me
In this game, if you clean, you can get all the money
When it starts gettin' dirty they look at you funny
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a backspin'
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four stairs
car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building
Trying to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek
to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first million
That's when my whole life changed, I pledge allegiance
at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark
Man fuck this shit I thought
on the track and I bet it's dope
Feel it in yo veins, don't believe me cause I said it's dope
Give a nigga goosebumps, like his reverence spoke
This egg whites
sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
off your dick
(But she's cryin and she says she has feelins and shit)
Yo it's a set-up, them niggas got me fed up
Ty stay in the buildin, if they move
You wouldn't want me to unleash
The Horseman in me
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7, 6,
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