Lyrics:
cocked, my heart stoned
The red light, my lips locked
Talking ain't squashin', nigga where I'm from
Nigga if you want some grab your gatt please
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
on yo ho mane
I hate lame niggas, so this a hate crime
Rich nigga shit I'm throwin' up them bank signs
Gotta Glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought
I'm genetic, I travel through your family for ages
I could live in yo daughter, I could live in yo son
If you smoke cigarettes, I could live in yo
won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you do you need some help
on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who
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
Gotti, park your carcass where your garbage is
I got the wild style always been a foul child
Your guns go boom boom my guns go pow pow
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
a nacho chip
I'm a bag yo bitch, but you know that's not my bitch
I'm a bag yo bitch, but you know that's not my hoe
Where is brother at nigga, where is
Kid Gotti:
I woke up this morning with a great influence
Like why should I be mad I been getting to it
I spent my whole life hunting down this
of us) What the fuck would I do?
Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me
I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body
If I'm built then God
of the fish in a cold boxer
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
the life
It goes bank teller, car dealer
Where the real niggas go, they be like Gotti
What's good nigga?
I reply shit, I'm just tryna get it
Full of hoes,
real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
you 'bout to die thug!
Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence
spill acid on the corpse to clear
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
bands now he layin' on his mans floor
I'm Yo Gotti nigga
And I'm from North Memphis
And East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the north with me
Coca, coca, coca
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
(Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?)
New chain on chill but I'm hot as two suns
Protectin' the brand, I went bought some more guns
Maybach but I came in the Wraith
Put you in the casket, now stay in your place
Where I'm from gangbang is a thing of the past
Only thing matter if you
or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Uh, yo, watch your man,
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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