Lyrics:
Don't go talking bout it boy betta handle yo biz
Gone wipe me down while they whistle like this
They Can tell I'm official by the way that I live
I got the thunder
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
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. ho, (Ho) Trained To Go ho (Ho)
Lay down
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown
Yo, I love Los Angeles, you
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
me this really tortures me
'Cause they don't understand me And while I'm
Holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my
Enemies who want to see me
(One of us) Yeah, Rule
(One of us) Yeah, nigga
If God were one of us
(One of us) What about that?
What if he was?
What if he was me?
(One
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
(what)
That's what my bitch told me after I
Took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer
dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
feel me
Man I'm goin crazy
Gotta slow it down
Cause I get a lil wavy
Got a bad bitch
Swear that's lil baby
Makin these plans
Movin quiet on the daily
Can't none of you muthafuckaz tell me nothing about this crack,
This coke, this meth, this shrooms, this acid -
Ecstasy, mollies, heroine, morphine -
stand still, the drip might drown me
OT balling coast to coast, Mike Conley
Back before Tron, I ain't have nobody
Hoes get down in my DMs, Yo Gotti
All
for me to shake back
And nigga I could up that rod without no problem, push yo tape back
And I can't leave without my strap
And I can't leave without my
tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I
bushes I was patient I was quiet
You talk to much pussy hoe you make me violent
Ran down on you and you said I'm with the bullshit
Ima grab a bitch by
to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
[Big Moe]
Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me
It's Big Moe, the barre baby,
at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark
Man fuck this shit I thought
Light another blunt and wipe the blood out my eyes
Living fast and past young like we rushin to die
I lost some souljas to the trenches really
like I missed a summer, put it on my momma
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' roun' real killers
Hush gang, he ain't
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