Lyrics:
Bankhead
Been around the world, touched
Every hood, nigga, i ain't scared
I'm on a vest, ain't tryna die
You know the semi
I'm Yo Gotti, rich nigga walkin',
what it is
Doing my thang
While I'm minding by biz
Each day I wake up it count as a win
Capital G, I get under yo skin
(Aye)
Can't tell my salt from my
who looks like a muppet, but he's wrinkled and green
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I'm not dumb, but I can't understand
How he can lift me in
looks like a muppet, but he's wrinkled and green
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I'm not dumb, but I can't understand
How he can lift me in the air
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
[Irv Gotti talking]
Nobody cares
Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early
You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you
Nobody cares
a play, I'm right there where they needed me
I been makin' boss friend niggas, that's the G in me (that's the G in me)
"Gotti don't bring yo' gun in this
Last nigga tried got bodied
Hit 6 times with a shotty
Fed don't even know who did the body
Bitch I feel like I'm John Gotti
So fuck you and ya squad
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
I'm humble
Get money out the hood where I'm most comfortable
Play with me and I'mma go bucks
Shot a video in the middle of Yonkers
Real niggas, what's
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya want to step to T, go through JEL first
But remember where you
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
Got her so excited
It ain't where you go
How you go about it
And we trap out this bitch
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
keep on sayin
That this shit is to the death and imma eat yo brains
Im running wit some cons and i roll with loccs
Got family from the bronx
I'm Gotti ( Like I'm Gotti )
If you ain't talking bout money leave yo messages on seen ( Seen )
I know you look good but yo outfit came from shein (
fifth while im pleading the fifth
Fuck niggas asking for addys and shit
Lie to them niggas ion know where it is
Opps in the function be lurking n shit
I
your freedom I'm accustomed to
You could ball wit' me or get arrested too
It's easy to land where they
Dwell with the greasy hands
Twenty to L' what's
swear Ima shine
Yo I'm frustrated as fuck
Cuz I'm down on my luck
And I put on the radio hearing
Rappers that suck, yea
Walking around like they Tut
Street life where we got no place to go
Street life where the struggle won't let you be
Street life where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo,yo,yo
I'm
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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