Lyrics:
take drugs to manage
Tommy gun knock yo head off
Gotti broke a opp jaw
Off a perk 12 behind me bitch I sped off
And a nigga booted of a adderall
Aim that
my blick nigga
Me and Flockaveli, bitch I'm sensin' like I'm belly
They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly
Trained To Go nigga, how I rob
You smile there
You dance there
You're flashing the dancesquare
You're shaking your hips
God it makes me feel trips
I'm so catched by your lips
Your
to say "Fuck the Five-O"
Let me explain the rhyme
Yo, cut the nice flow like Bob Marley
I'm the black star they probably follow my every move
Like I'm
[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep
The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold
You Down And Deal With A Nigga
We doing this baby,
Oh shit!
What the fuck happened
Nah man, Nah
Nah this what I'm a do
I'm a get on the phone one time
Stupid, yo, eh yo
Eh
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need cash
I'm a customer, I
a smile
When they caught 'em with a gat in
The car you beat it in trial
He don't say too much, never eager to style
Remind me of Gotti, Shyne with
a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico,
Yo' girlfriend I'm a freak her
Believe me I'm a giant,
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
you know, you know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round, we know, we know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round.
[silkk]
Hah! I live and die, so I'm a die
Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you
in my hood, slangin' that white
Shirt on right, no ? on sight
Hundred I shoot, hundred I hit,
Five hundred ? nigga this my life
Yo Gotti don't shit
for you
To bring me to life
But you left me dying
Dying inside
Three piece suit with a piece by the waistline
Just in case a motherfucker wanna
verdächtigen Dude - Dude
Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united (Cmg!)
Just
verdächtigen Dude - Dude
Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united (Cmg!)
Just
verdächtigen Dude - Dude
Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united (Cmg!)
Just
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
by your side
I am looking round to see anyone that will get my eyes
But No one can be Like yo yo yo
I'm addicted to yo yo
I'm addicted to yo yo yo
I'm
tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I
[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,
bad God turn dem into blessing
I don't care if you feel bad
'Cause Jesus gotti my back
I'm hold on to His promise
The cornerstone that holds me
Sunga
Whoa
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas done forgot about this shit, mane
These niggas trippin'
Uh
Hey (Zaytoven)
Maison Margiela, I'm
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