Lyrics:
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
Yo
Cla ain't really a fan of doing interviews
So his intro for his tapes is always somethin' you should listen to
Niggas always pick and choose
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
Single, I'm single (It's Yo Gotti) Go go go go go
It's gonna rock up in the building (Go, go)
Single single single, single, single (I know)
I'm
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
(Gun loading) check, check
(Gunshots) she just gettin' by
I got no love for the man who
Put his hands on innocent women
I been pimpin' but I never
up high, lets ride cause
New York is back
Yo, the hammer and the muzzle came together
All I did was hold on to the pieces 'til the puzzle came
leprechaun nigga
Don't press ya luck
Heffer is you crazy? You done lost yo' mind
You need some real lessons
Your style done went blind
Then he got
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)
Antes de la pandemia
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
sayonara (Bye)
Desde chamaquito hago lo que me dé la gana (Jaja)
John Gotti con todos los míos, pa' los enemigos soy Tony Montana, ey (Grr-Pah)
Yo quiero las
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
me on some bullshit but I got to see another night
A couple months passed so this incident was recently
Lemme start by putting a middle finger to EPD
It's like 2 in the morning
TV on but I ain't really watching it though
I just don't wanna feel like I'm by myself
Cus then I'll start thinking
We
get thru it
I been getting side eyes from the one that I love
They know I'm Mr FlyGuy I'm Two High for a Dove
It Walk Down no Drive-Bys they'll do it
But the concept of guilty by association really don’t apply to this
Ride with us
Ominous feelin’ the nighttime
Bet you catch a vibe that I fathered,
She got heart eyes for the kid but I can't be no valentine
Remember I got struck by cupid all them feelings passed in time
Valentino duffel bag I got
know me and they labeled me a thug
Violated my probation now I gotta be patient
I ain't tripping, it's all good, just a little vacation
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