Lyrics:
like origami
We not in the whip but I'm still calling shotty
Yeah, I like that
I get to the money bag feel like I'm Gotti
Aye, yuh, 3's bitch
Yuh, yuh,
name?
Will I, be the last nigga to shed my pain?
If not, I'm a spit flames till I'm dead and the angels sing
Cuz when you hot that's what this game'll
with the gift of crap
Like that, white, black, mexican, and jap
Homeboy do anything for a scrap
[Kurupt]
Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
DPGC
another story so these dudes
I get a phone call about three
Days later some dude is
On the phone, "Yo I’m So-and-so, I claim
This and claim that yo, yo
What
That makes me say
Oh
(It was a pick me up)
Right off the ground
(I'm not giving up)
From being tossed around
(While the fight still on)
And I'm boxing
Yo DON-DON, why they hating man?
I mean I'm just doin' me, you just doin' you right, why they hatin' man?
Look I
I don't know why
Why you be
to the grave
(Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still!
Bottle you! Drop that ass off in
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you drop that ass off in a land fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
These ni...s get up in the booth n they just making sounds
You know, I step in the booth I shut that b...h down
An ima hold it down like a hunnit
ni***s who a run and kick yo sh*t in
Saw the look on your face when you saw yo b***h hopped out my mfkn wide body Benz
Ima skrt hit them gates and my
a summer
Put it 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
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
who I’m hangin w/
I can’t relate to faker shit
Yea yea...
(F**k all that social media sh*t
All that computer sh*t, I’m in yo face)
Built it up
shoulders
Keep the motor runnin', my lil hommie Slumpy Mover
I learned that from Gotti and Govana
I hook off on a nigga like I'm Rocky Marciano
Flee from
said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he
mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be running around with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't fronting no fuck niggas
Big stepper,
[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
come on heard me blow the horn
My old h--s mad I got new h--s
Ain't f--kin' with that b---h not no mo
Copy that good buddy that's a 10-4
Rick flair drip
Hahaha, uh
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source (no)
So
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