Lyrics:
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
And send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screaming out, "who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by
Chorus-Guapman
Gotti let’s ride the beat
Shottie I ride with heat
No not in the coupe
But he gone ride for me
Ice up on my neck now I feel frozen
It's Cinoevil baby
FuckYoGimmick
Look
Ay
Ay
Your side bitch got a mustache
Your main bitch got my name tatted right above her butt crack
I got so
Gotta cop the J's nigga probably
Chrome handle pump, that's my shotty
Wanna be goon like Gotti
Only care bout money, weed and Mmmmmm
Get the strap lemme
to binge
So we back attack with the wrath of Vader
This a blast from the past like Brendan Fraser
Had a strap that honestly deserved a laser
With a extra
oooowwwweeee
My homie tryna put you on a pretty white t
Gotti Gotti i aint stutter i paint you red
Behind that one thats word to my mother
Jigga with that shotty
Yo, the name is Batty
The logic is erratic,
Potato in a jacket,
Toys in the attic,
I rock and I ramble,
My brain is scrambled,
Rap like an animal but
that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson
Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
Steeze flyin' off the roof
VIP with hundred dollar bills
Flyin' off the roof
So I got behind her, to see if I fit there
Yo go tell Gotti there's a
Five
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
wanna shoot
He got the itis
Leader of my pack
300 Soldiers
Leonidas
Niggas dyin
Round yo habitat
Friends
Dying n you stuck with that
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
[Chorus x2]
I was born a bastard, my pops was
Slaughterhouse, it's a wrap
38 spec shit, rounds in the strap
Tryna get off the last ounce in the track
My OG's in the 'Lac, bouncin' to Zapp
That's our
& my strap
Me & my strap
If a nigga violate that Pussy nigga getting wacked
Get yo ass back
For you get yo ass wacked
Gottah keep the burner
style tight like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch
Cop
day one
Almost had it all then the day comes
When they walking through your house with the strap out
Pointing at your head, got the bread then you
know, yo, I'm loco (yeah)
Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain
Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-Unit!
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats
The wires the taps the traps
Po-po got me
around
They call me lil fivie (Baow)
Put my niggas on
Like yo gotti (Uh)
I'm a big dawg
You a lil puppy
I'm top two
Ask about me
I ain't number two
You can
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
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