Lyrics:
that’s just my
Man we have some other business we do
I see him with Nas at
The MTV awards he calls me about
Two weeks later, "Yo Cam
I got to go in i got
Gotti Go
Get in that car and go vroom, don't give a fuck about no red light
Like what I'm gon do when I'm just tryna get my head right?
If I pull out
stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up
Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up
Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy
The middle
bricks
Yeah that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits
But I still take bricks
I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve
That's 16 bars,
lil body
Look at that thang
Whole lotta body
She a 5 star
Talkin Yo Gotti
Baseball swing
Hit it out the park tho
Say I stroke good
And I got mad flow
Jeru The Damaja can damage you, I'll handle ya'
Two girls on my bike, one on the back, one on the handle bars
Ferrari F-130 so I call that bitch,
lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah
I ain't asked nan' nigga
just another drone spyin on us, mayne
(mayne) it's a new world order
At least that's what I read (read)
And big brother is watchin
I just heard somebody
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
Time my destination
I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflecting Satan
I'm a mothafuckin' champion
This right here the fuckin' anthem
he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us (One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?
Yo, yo
Now let's look
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.
Lined up
(cryin)
You blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup)
I'm Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was)
I really shot them
like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real killers
Hush gang, ain't
That's on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
[Jay-Z]
Coverage I synethestry
Got rise from defending me
Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
And Keep that gas around
Yo bitch seen my team and got passed around
I ain't wanna fuck I passed her down that's why I'm laughing now
I keep the peace but I
Falls
I got that drip
I got that sause
She got that drip
Look at her body
I got the juice
I think i'm Gotti
And i'm in the yo with the money bag
I just
of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it
of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
they just tryna kick it
Baby daddy mad, Gotti got that stupid swag
Red bottom shoes for me, fuck the price tag
Walking in 20 pounds a quarter
Nigga
Holy moly
I got manz like Ali
Im so high like molly
I go print like polly
I’m so fine and dolly
I look like a lolly
Tease me like Yo Gotti
I need
I got you
DJ Threat
Jam Master Jay
Big Pun
B.I.G.
And Free Shyne already
We the Best
I'm from Miami-Dade County, Florida
I go by the name
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