Lyrics:
then we on shit
Stick and I move, slide (Uh)
Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit 'em up
Then we put that bitch back in drive
(Back in drive)
Bro serve his
a new crib by the lake side
What is life? Life is love and I love my girl
So if life a bitch, then I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck 'em girl you
that nigga, "Relax" (huh?)
The bitch that just walked by with Chanel on her foot, tell her, "Come sit on my lap" (come on)
Tell my sister, "Rich girl,
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
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
been thru a lot for the chips
(Yea)
Shawty said a lot for the dick
(Yea)
I be better off when I'm lit
(Yea)
Can't nobody touch my shit
(Yea)
Bitch I'm
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
to yo brick?
Aw you got hit
Finessed all yo shit
And I'm still that bitch
Got all these hoes stressed
They throwing shade but it's neva addressed
You
Psychopathic, loony bad shit, off with your head when I swing my hatchet
Once it's gone you can't reattach it
Vollyball it, toss 'n catch it
Warmin' up that
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
haughty all for a Bugatti, trigger was pulled listening to Yo Gotti
Play a Playboy, there is no Carti
Sipping on Cardi, but I miss the B
Hot as hell please
a twelve-year hit it
I've been trained by that best
Bring yo cop killers
And I won't wear a vest
And you still facin' death
Don't cry now
Bitch nigga,
And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies
Stir
And snap back and battle my own shadow
Cus ya'll wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies
Stir
The Matrix
Niggas be acting still hatin', I'm rich and I stay super faded
Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
Getting toppled by your bitch, my nigga
do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
Tell me foul shit, wild shit, ya'll niggas wear alotta loud shit
Yo, that Steve Rifkin style, shit
Hit me with
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,
A nigga want it put it on him get him gone
Let that nigga know
This shit ain't for show
Let it go
Make em' roll
It's war bitch i'ma catch em' by the store
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
on yo' watch, young nigga, splurge (splurge)
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K (K)
I'ma
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
Bitch, this ain't no boss, this a boss up
Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up
Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European
Bitch she ain't no
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