Lyrics:
Gotti)
I remember my first Chevy 73'
I was 17 ridin wit a whole be
It was money green, fat boy triple gold
Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin fo's
sickening how Black Child make white people listen
We different and why'all niggas is all the same
Ya think when I ball is a game, get dumped in a hole
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
50
He a fast runner like the nigga ricky
Yo Gotti
We do real numbers real chef Benihana's
I'll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred these is Yeezy's
Child make white people listen
We different and why'all niggas is all the same
Ya think when I ball is a game, get dumped in a hole of flames
I'ma show
Lucille: Gotti
Gotti: That's where this nigga
Wants you to go?
Lucille: No, I wasn't even tryna go
Gotti: Yo, when I find this nigga, man
Lucille: Gotti
sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
(Come on and get up, oh, party, yeah)
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this
(uh-huh)
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get (uh, watch me)
At any, chance you hit (that's right) we live for the moment
(Yo, watch, watch)
of true felons (uh-huh)
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get (uhh, watch me)
At any, chance you hit (that's right) we live for the moment
(yo
and say drall boppers!
We coming to get ya so get the message to all coppers
That you need protection or you better have ch'all yoppers!
What a shame when
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
(Come on and get up, oh, party, yeah)
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this
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 mugging no one saw
We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw
And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores
Small percentage
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
extra)
And we gonna have the ball, ball, ball (you take me high)
Ball, and we gonna have the ball, ball, ball (you take me high)
Ball, we gonna have
You can smell us when we pullin' up
Always smokin' skunk, roll it up
You say you gangbang, throw it up
You don't roll with us, you don't roll with us
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
Black, and BJ outta
Wit the f*** up here man
shit done hit the fan
Let's do dis shit man
Fo' real
[Boo]
Let's do
[D-Gotti]
When we, hustle in the streets
Now we make y'all, sing and move ya feet
[Big Moe]
I bet y'all, gon love it
Wouldn't trade it, for nothing
[Hook]
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