Lyrics:
their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
hurdles like I fit in
Spirit fightin' like I'm Kenin
I Walk by faith, not by sight got me Christ walkin
Not afraid of their eyes got me Christ walk-in
Yo
deep back
And Ridge Crest with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And these niggas got them diamonds glowing in they mouth
And they rockin' furs
afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do
name on my jersey like I play with that team
I'ma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!)
And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!)
So
name on my jersey like I play with that team
I'ma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!)
And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!)
So
walkin left and right, hoes be cuttin up every night
P-I-M-P, maintain, ridin in that chevy thang
holla holla when you see me, throwin dem bows with
from Memphis
They call me John Gotti
But they wouldn't show about it
You heard my shows be wildin'
People be straight yellin'
"I ain't goin'
love me, can't get off my dickhead (thottie)
My pockets on fat, bankroll Ho Gotti
Guess these racks in my pocket all big heads (racks)
Ayy, and this
in her
She keep asking what we are, and I’m just finessing the question
Smoking by myself idc bout yo session
You ain’t really got it, you Cappin you
down
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
Slide on yo bitch make them pussy
Lips gett’em wetter & greater
Then it's back to the grave
That i go nothing more
In a 4 that I’m tipping
Slow mo, no vhs
ability
cnd yo man's like a bitch what a fuckin' liberty
Gettin' to the bread walkin' like The Walking Dead
Fresh to death man respect the G man
Instagram
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
with
Me and Yo Gotti (What?)
Fuck all that
Let's talk about that new Porsche I'm riding
(Uh, huh)
I'm getting money, they getting money
That's the end
(fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti)
Drowning up in her
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
been looking for Yo Gotti, I'm in the bank nigga
Nigga dozing off on them pills and drank nigga
Count up 5 million cash, make you faint nigga
I just
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
God damn, another fuckin' payback with a twist
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
on both coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls, now
You out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin'
in the cold Sneezin' while I'm takin' pictures
but the salt don't kill a player...
I feel it in the air
Tunnel vision to the money sh*t I'm on that red eye
Never let ‘em see me down, walkin round wit
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