Lyrics:
and Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma yay
Well what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck
Partner, if this
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
so much I signed to my nigga (CMG)
Keep that shit in Memphis (why?), 'cause I be down with my nigga
If they send it, I got it, not the Richie,
crew
Thug Life (thug life)
That I claim (that I claim)
For those who don't understand
That think we loco insane
Walkin' hand in hand
With
gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in sandals
In a hospital robe, back of your body exposed
I stay in militant mode, I staple holes
they pull us over
Uh, yeah
Pull up in the Rolls-Royce, new body (body)
All my whips same colors like Yo Gotti (woo)
Ask who fuckin' with me, tell
try to get that checkin' hoopa hickeys on yo' neckin'
In that jail I can't be stayin' and my G's you can't be cakin'
Child support can burn like torch
everybody in the building, my nigga L
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas
This here is exodus! Say
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmh mmh mmh
Whoah, wait, unsteady
Let go
Whoah, wait slime
Hit it hit it
Whoah, wait, unsteady
Let go
Walkin' in a dark alley
I'm
This is a JOE LAW SONG I begged to be on
Lookin' at you
Fuckin' wit me
Talkin' yo shit
Walkin' in this bish'
Who could that be
They fuckin' wit me
So if you say banks in ya verse, Then you better be talkin bout Tyra
From P.A. to L.A., Atlanta to Texas
Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
brothers so I'm hard body
Tough love, mama hugs, and that Yo Gotti
Walking in the hood and you don't even gotta know nobody
And I bet you leave that
the background?)
Juicy j in the back smokin on a sack drinkin 'gnac
(yo) why'knahmsayin? it's goin down
(can they hear me out there?) yeah they can hear you
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
Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G
Four fifteen's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be
Dro
Niggaz
Riding through South Memphis.
cbout to get some b*tches.
Heard yo cousin missing.
Deep down in them trenches.
Rest In Peace King Dolph.
N*ggas really
before me
Dog I'm trying to blow up
I don't give a fizuck
Mane I want that cizap
From yo' baby mama
North Memphis on the mizap
Chorus-All
North
beats...I stick to yo' moms, nigga!
(Memphis Bleek)
JUST BLAZE!!!
Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme
Young E's had game since the days of Atari
Since
drippen in red (Always be drippin’ in red)
Say you be walk-in the walk (Walk)
I might just leave yo ass dead (I just might leave yo’ ass dead)
Already told
coming from Memphis (Yea, yea)
We'll leave da boy missing
NFL by the way that we blitzing
Knock them off if he acting suspicious
Threw them in the lake, he
somebody
Slowly jumpin' down
See two women
See two women
Walkin' hand by hand
Hey now mama, you see
See two women, they
Walkin' hand by hand
They just
Get yo bitch that hoe to messy
Keep an glock & smith & wesson Jus in case a pussy test me
Drop the beat nah keep it goin I’m the shit yea yea I’m knowin
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