Lyrics:
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
Don’t play by da rules I run shit
Don’t give a fuck bitch I’m still in my bag
This is how I move I ain’t goin out sad
Focused on paper I’m movin too fast
the IM-D, fresh out the carton
The R-A double-P, E-R
P-E double, when I speak it gets real
Flex try to tell me, "Yo dunn, nah chill"
You can't come out,
Single, I'm single (It's Yo Gotti) Go go go go go
It's gonna rock up in the building (Go, go)
Single single single, single, single (I know)
I'm
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
leprechaun nigga
Don't press ya luck
Heffer is you crazy? You done lost yo' mind
You need some real lessons
Your style done went blind
Then he got
because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
Study righteous God Degree, yo..
[Both]
We Break Bread and deal with equality
[RZA]
Yo
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)
Antes de la pandemia
on a whole notha island
We gone creep when you sleep if you wildin
I redesign em, b** I'm a stylist
I can't speak to police I be silent
Ridin through the T in
more of it
The pedal, I'm flooring it
I am not new to this
How y'all be cappin' while rappin' it's ludicrous
Y'all out here wildin', can't get with
get it off me
You diss the dead, I wish you well, probably gon' end up inna coffin
If you diss the dead, I bet yo potna end up in that coffin
If you
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
Yo, Jayce Neptune, stop wildin'
Yo
Yo
Yo
Aye
Yo
I don't feel no different
Yo
But I know I'm different
Yo
Yo
I don't feel no different
Yo
Aye
But I
sayonara (Bye)
Desde chamaquito hago lo que me dé la gana (Jaja)
John Gotti con todos los míos, pa' los enemigos soy Tony Montana, ey (Grr-Pah)
Yo quiero las
shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
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