Lyrics:
never dry
And I just call her bae, and she just call me Gotti
Ain't no relationship, we just fuckin' shop
She got her own bread, shawty scoop me in
Tryin' to find what's really goin' on in the streets
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
Dizzy Gillespie
I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang)
[W.C.]
I'm too hot, to stop, walkin' up with two Glocks
Way more than two shots, that'll make
talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo
rogue pistols
Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
change the law
I find myself, walkin the streets
Tryin to find what's really goin on in the streets
[Pras]
Yea, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
crew
Far away from home in a land not new
So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew
Son, yo, they steppin in you
And it could happen to you
[Outro:
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
in the club
D.C. show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
Atlanta show me love up in the club
Memphis show me love up in the club
Dallas show me
Paul}
Yo yo yo Hypnotized motherfuckin Mindz productions up in here you heard me?
Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin 6 bitch {echoes}
risk and, man
I just know I gotta dodge them, yeah
The beginnings are followed by an end
In the in-between time I'm not runnin' or hidin'
See
but don't push me, yo
I had 'em killers in yo' bushes, yo
Them trick niggas splurge on the pussy, yo
You give me one day, I'll Purge on that pussy,
blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip
Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit
When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about
And I'm
don't wanna fuck
Street nigga, shout out to my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin' Brasi, pussy nigga you got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's getting doe and they know how
You gon' know I'm Kaiser Soze
When I stop walkin' crooked
The glitch in The Matrix
Bend spoons in my mind cause
I concentrate on hatred
Dedicated
know what my a sinnin' has caused
My third eye been blinking since
Irv Gotti been Inc. and Murder in stores
At least that's how Irv gotta be thinking
If
they pull us over
Uh, yeah
Pull up in the Rolls-Royce, new body (body)
All my whips same colors like Yo Gotti (woo)
Ask who fuckin' with me, tell
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
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