Lyrics:
running I'm running I count up them hunneds
Lil nigga you kick it but guess what? I'm puntin
I'm pourin I'm pourin I'm sippin that tussin
My diamonds are
G Herbo, gang-gang (Adonis Beats)
150 Dream Team, gang shit, bitch
You know what I'm sayin'
150, 300, shoutout Durkio, ya know
Ayy, foe
what?
Gotti: You fuckin' with them SLS niggas?
Lucille: Whoa, it's not even like that
Gotti: yo cono lucille: Baby, chill
Gotti: I gotta go through your
got that bitch in his face no cap (Uh uh)
Beef wit my neighbors they called the police so I made they bitch ass move out (Blrrrd)
They done fucked up
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
hide it
Gon provide it
Bring this shit to the fan
You see what I'm sayin'?
They say that I'm a dog and all
I'm up to no good
They say I'm fuckin all
just to weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed
a booth
y'all ain't talking about shit, i'm 100 proof..
that's what my life like
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the projects, jaded in, fence surround
I'm
Yo Gotti
Yeah nigga, its whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am
I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down
Hit your
just do what you want
So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose?
You'll feel the vibe, nigga
Killin' 'cause I'm Krayzie, nigga,
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch
need to die slow
You set yo own boyfriend up out here actin tough yo faggot ass betta give it up what
I'm the wrong one to come foe I'm the wrong to come
again
Another foe they wanna know I'm on that bo they ask to hit it I'm like
No you can't hit my dro (Nah I don't give a fuck)
No you can't hit my bo
even worry, Gotti I got it
Benjamin's blue and they all in my pockets
When I'm in town I make sure that she know
All of my dollas rain down on the floor
ain't bout that life
Becoming the coldest nigga out of
Every nigga that I know
You ain't 'bout that life
And I made my fans my
Foe's shaking hands
a thang blast at ya
'Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor
These dudes are ho's from screws to toes
They choose to go bass ackwards
I'm Yo Gotti
When them niggas sending shots
They shootin' to get the spot
That I'm in, nigga (Ha ha ha)
You know what it is when I spin the block
(Ah) uppin' this
(Intro)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
know they ain't gone like
How we did it, it's that boy's b-day
I can't (what) play
Gots to sip that Tangueray
I'ma still fool
From tha Southside
We don't
know they ain't gone like
How we did it, it's that boy's b-day
I can't (what) play
Gots to sip that Tangueray
I'ma still fool
From tha Southside
We don't
the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
What you know bout Flaza
Or big bone? you ain't
I just made foe projects
They all unreleased
Put it on my calendar
And gave censored the dates
Said
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