Lyrics:
chops and dumpin fullys, you gotta live by the gun niggas died by the gun Rip to my real niggas and my day 1's, game sharp like a sword , so I pray
Molly and some Bacardi
Rake it up Nick Minaj, Yo Gotti
Been 3 years and I still never quit
Your apologies, they don't mean shit
Sit, take a number, are
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
ain't earned legally,
Or they violated laws, or they smacked a police
Nominating artists saying shits they don't mean
For money or for fame or some
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
And everyone who violated, you can suck my d-
Yo, we ain't sca m boys we livin' it nice
I use to pay the waiter nothin'
Now I'm tippin' him twice
My nigga said I
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti
But I'ma take you back, check this
Sitting on the porch yo, I think need my pencil
Reminiscing about the time when my brain was the only utensil
Didn't
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
Ok got the noughties(year 2000s) and nighties (1990s) nine to it mix it with my ting(thing) got some magic aha mmm ok ok Mm ok ok Mm ok ok Mm ok yo
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
Noone gonna notice, cuz it's a Coincidence that you ain't shit
What happened? Nothing, I saw Edub and just tripped
Gotti Style, "sir, do you see
ya (On God!)
I'm smokin' biscotti, yeah
Blacked out whip, Maserati, yeah
Finna whip up on the pot, I'm feelin' like Yo Gotti, yeah
Change my name
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
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!
Big up gangsters all over
Huh!
Whether North, South, East, or West
Huh!
Big them up they are the best, Huh!
Bullet to your face and not yuh
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
Pronounced un-cuffed with the hoofs pound
I'm Kurupt, Young Gotti, the Headless Horseman
I'm the one that started off extortion
Contortion began to spread
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors
on Sunday, get killed by Monday
Turn that shit down, this the F in yo' city
Catch me a Benji, get popped like a tittie
Slow down when you drank, you might
violated, then
Yo brother called saying that you passed away, shit
Undercover pulled us over after layin' you to rest
Went to jail wit' yo picture on my
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