Lyrics:
You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new 'rarri
on like my name Yo Gotti
Im really wit it when it comes to dis rap shit
The passion for smashin wit affirmative action
So fasten ya belts cause you dealin
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
I know, niggaz is scared of the kid it's cool
If you don't know by now niggaz the name is Rule
I put it on yea fake fashion and pump motherfuckers
Murder INC. what the fuck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't want to body you man, fuck the beef
We sell a lot of these
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
(woo)
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug
Lord bless these dirty hands
Bless me
Lord bless these dirty hands of mine
Forgive me
Gotti listen up you wanna be fag thottie
It's time you need
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
niggas following the kid
But I ain't fucked up with it
The streets know what it is
(I'm on my lea-lea-leader shit, niggas following the kidd)
(But I
broad (yeah), it's a photoshoot (brr)
When I hit the mall (mall, mall), it's a photoshoot (ha)
When I'm in the club (what? What?), it's a photoshoot
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
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
bad and she be Driving da boat
She be doin the most but she Know what It is
She be playin her role
When I'm hittin the road
You can't ride when we hit
What the fuck you know about, niggaz with them extra clips
Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm making niggaz flip
23's got it, big bodies I got it
what the Glock is cookin'?
Rip yo candy ass with a desert recipe book
From Watts to Brooklyn
Then your watch get tooken
While four racist cops is lookin'
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've
stank ya (blastin)
Inc. is the Murdah, Ill Will merger let my cash
make sex with yo' cash, it can't hurt us
Phones ringing off the hook, Bush
love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper
shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend
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