Lyrics:
word, nigga, that's my word (word)
Yo Gotti (word)
I got a car (yeah), that bitch a classic (ayy)
White on red, inside out, that bitch nasty (ugh)
word, nigga, that's my word (word)
Yo Gotti (word)
I got a car (yeah), that bitch a classic (ayy)
White on red, inside out, that bitch nasty (ugh)
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
and yellin' hard
Like theirs times to die was now
By myself just by myself
I was makin' dem seein' hell
For themselves not for myself
I was makin' dem ask for
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now
since my dad left ya I'm poppin
Took some time off but now a young bull droppin
Talk to me crazy or don't talk to me I got it Lord
Lookin like Gotti
shit
Yo, let's stop fakin' and be real now
I got a room and a hard on, still down?
Met ya standin' at a bar full of black dudes
Said ya wanna see my
shit
Yo, let's stop fakin' and be real now
I got a room and a hard on. Still down?
Met ya standin' at a bar full of black dudes
Said ya wanna see my
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
the super star like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is
Make a move,
Which is perfection and flexin' like I spent time in Nam
The beat is on and it's nice an easy
Instrumentals blendin' like cinnamon rice and peas
Displayin' his smarts
So the world can stay in the dark
Yo, Honor
It's my client that don't deserve the time
Which really got me disturbed is you
Never even
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
Homeboy's Car
Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way
Money Ova Biches Let Me Hear You Say
What's Yo Phone Number
Are You Alone?
Got A Pocket Full Of Rubbers Let's
on
Like yo-o gotti
I know I ain’t flawless
But my message is honest
Told my family to
I said lift your fucking hands up like a rave
I don’t fake this shit I
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
with my Gz like I’m gotti
C to the MZ with my Gz like I’m gotti
Ima take my time ima keep goin up
Keep that shxt witchu I don’t want yo luv
I need
Bisquick, I flip him
You gotta just let one go inside their mind
Shots to the head in a bar to pass the time
Everything you say is asinine
A massive bastard
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid watch your back one time it's comin' always
They lock me up for 12 days I can't comprehend
Now I'm
to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I'm full time rapping
I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed
could drop it at the same time
Right
Do a tour, all of that
'Cause, yo, on the strength
On the strength
A hundred, a hundred, a hundred percent,
Cause I'm the state representative, they passed me the torch
You caught the signs of time will try to blind, all your ghetto dreams
Got plagues like AIDS,
with a scope
And that bitch holding a full clip
I need my pocket full of blue
So next time you see me I'm really rich
My shorty gone hold on that fire
to follow the models
You rappers half I keep it full How I stay with the throttle
Got family dying everyday on everything it’s a problem
So I be working
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