Lyrics:
[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
(*talking*)
D-Gotti I'm home baby, we here to party
Bar better keep watching, they lil' mama twat
Cause we ain't turning down nothing, but our
There go your mama wish you brought your ass home and left the drama alone
I had my mama waitin' by that window
Comin' home three in the morning,
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti he be runnin round with real killers
Hush gang he ain't frontin no fuck niggas Shh
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck n****
Big
cowards you don't want to go to war
The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga
Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga
So, bring it, bring it
to stain (grraow)
Told a bad bitch, "Don't speak" (woo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
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 of fame of drug
cowards you don't want to go to war
The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga
Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga
So, bring it, bring it
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
K-Blaze on the beat
(Kainan baby)
You can't catch a rolling stone
You tryna' bring down the nation by causin' confusion
Illusion
Infusion and all
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
yo yo yo
mama sweet pass bread and butter
you my bread and butter
you sweet pass banana
you my bread and butter
sweet pass bread and butter
you be my
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if I ever
that's how you feel might as well grab that respirator
Don't by crying for yo Mamie nigga
And toast the Bel Air if you hear me nigga
Cause the money look
swisher sweet
Walk up in the crib like I own the shit
I spent 10k last month but that's yo bonus yeah
Ok I'm not tryna flex, I don't condone this yeah
But I
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
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
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