Lyrics:
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
shit these days I have no time
For be that brew trouble just to blow by
rather check on my niggas make sure we all on board now
My grandma hit me up
a reason
Uh, Call on my phone, know, I got it
I want hit the stove, I grew up, to Yo Gotti
I send a reminder, I tell them the gram it ain't real
They get
or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder
[Verse 4 - James Gotti]
Okay
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
niggas get litty when I'm at the party
Like I'm Yo Gotti I'm leaving em sorry
They calling me Curry the 30 is on me like, yea
Aye, aye, aye Leo tell 'em
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
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
Gotti you know we got you nigga
Palm City
Milkwaukee Buck'ing Gang
Yo it's that boy they call Young'n
And you know I rep that gang
Them ink
Have you ever lost your best friend
Gone forever Have you ever lost your best friend
Feel like they are gone forever Have you ever lost your best
C-Lance, yo
Took a leap of faith and
Feet landed on the pavement (Uh)
Overexpectation, candid at my greatness
(yeah)
Played it low, avoided scrutiny
be like me, then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
We Detroit, we Detroit (Yo we, yo we)
We Detroit, we Detroit (Yo we, yo we)
We Detroit, we Detroit (Yo we, yo we)
Yo we, yo we, yo we, yo we
We
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Best believe best believe
We got what you need
We Fresh and Working in the building
And you know that we on
Best believe best believe
We got what you
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
A ma cousin nuh
Watch ya nah Antigua
(Woah woah)
To the world
Know say Bushy dey
A T.dot dey yah
Its ya boy KIDO enuh
Wa we say a our world
Yo gotti
one
End of Message
Where's the Gangsta?
Again DJ Lethal (Baby)
Kurupt Young Gotti (Nigga)
Holocaust (Fredwreck)2000 baby
(Cus we just don't
Take yo steps force
Place yo best foward
Less the effort
I mean
You ain't even gotta do shit to say
I got shot by the cops
On the block today
Niggas pull
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