Lyrics:
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of sixpence
Pocket full of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me
Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis
Yeah niggas, yeah
Uhh, that's what I'm talkin ?bout right here niggas
That's what I'm talkin ?bout right here gotti
This what I needed, nigga
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
the wack, who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin' eyebrows
I comin' through to
About to get set
So act like WU
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
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,
overseas
My nigga Snoop from the Pound
Put me in the game
With a sweet chocolate brown
Ass beating by the Pound
To the sound of my ride
Gotti opened up
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