Lyrics:
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
then switch 'em out (yeah)
I got opps I don't know about (I don't know about)
Stand on business, we don't talk about it (shh)
10 got ten bad bitches
on the Internet
And we see a motherfucking iTunes ad
Like, Yo Gotti January tenth
I mean shit kinda threw me for a loop
'Cause I didn't know nothing about it
Leave you (It's no me y'all)
All I need (I.N.C.) need is you
There's no me
[Ja Rule] Yeah - you talk to these niggaz Gotti
[Irv Gotti] B-b-b-blastin! I'm
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
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
Hemmed up like Irv Gotti
Conversation they got it
Caus of a dumb nigga chirpin wanna talk about it
Hey y’all dog don’t do it
Ask Jamal
Hemmed up like Irv Gotti
Conversation they got it
Caus of a dumb nigga chirpin wanna talk about it
Hey y’all dog don’t do it
Ask Jamal
don't know about stand on business, we don't talk about it Shh
Man shout out Yo Gotti, I'm rippin' this he gave us I'm honored
We came up from nothin',
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
And leave you in a cell
on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
and leave you in a cell stuffed
on us
(Stop hatin? on us)
Talk to ?em
Life, love, me
I'm gon? live my life, hey
Thug life, Lord you know me
Same life, same love, same man
I'm
from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights,
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drill dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around real killers
Hush
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
on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Shh)
for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama (Ey)
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer (Woo)
Yo
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