Lyrics:
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
the Don, is what they tell me
I'm armed i'm droppin' niggas like bombs
Get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya presence
Takin' bustas back
And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones
1500,
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
you out your motherfucking mind
You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do
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',
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
nigga think he is
He must be smoking that meth
Don't give a fuck what he got
I hope that nigga don't make it
If they write his ass a check
I'm a try to go
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,
a back'
She think it's a Glock my morning wood
Package in the mail I'm gone suge
They testing my patience I'm misunderstood
She fuckin with me so I'm
FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Hit it from the back and blow out that bush
Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing
Know my bitches from they
like Yo Gotti,
Fuck
Nah, I'ma just talk my shit
Run it
I can't trust women
That's the worst in me
It made me ask my mom for proof that she gave birth
Intro
Ugh! KP, SV, Smity
Yo, let’s get it
Listen…HAH!
Chorus
I don’t what got into me
This sound like The Holy Trinity
Friend or foe what they
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
The government won't help, cause they refuse to find
A solution to the problems of the inner streets
Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be
Pregnant
self made)
Uh I lost my bro nem to gunfire, if I call em foe nem they one of mine,
And we woke up standing by sunrise, I seen gunfire like a hunidd
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said
[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said
[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
a trapped soul
Self Made Tiller with the game
No gold or chains on me I'm gonna go deranged
That's the price of the fame homie
But no one knows my name
niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door
They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow
What you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you
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