Lyrics:
Hap hap hap it's on tonight.. Young Gotti!
[Kurupt]
Take preparation (preparation) meditation (meditation)
Convalescent solo solo psycho store storm
[Verse]
Yo, I step up to the mic, I'm ready to go
Fingers snapping, heads nodding to the flow (ooh-yeah)
No time for words, just let the beat drop
got to shake him
I might become a percenter and As-salāmu ʿalaykum
I wrestle the dose of ignorance belligerent flows
Straight through my body
Yo Gotti
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
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
Stones and they
Rocked me the wisdom they yell
"All is well" and it got me to wishin'
2Pac, the ambition, I'm keepin' my head up
I am a rider from
got robbed and shot by an OG using a shotty
Living like Gotti Mommas’ prayers guard my mind and body
Spirit of Annunaki Suns rise try to copy
If
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
don't know by now baby I'm a star,
Look at my face,
Look at my car,
Look at my waist then look at my scars.
Look out da window see where we are.
In
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
she so sloppy
Every time you get that go toppy
We can get it on like Yo Gotti
And murder on that ass like ya name Bobby
I’m a homebody type, freak
Flippin' it over like the Illmatic one this rap addict
Sean Black be a freestyle fanatic
Sippin' Nas and all that plus I be
One of America's most B.
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
[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
it all
I gotta get it, I gotta to get it, yo
I want it all, I want it all, I need it all right now
I want it all, I want it all and I want it now
Yo Jeffery hype dawdie,
Yuh nuh knw a me response fi dis
And wi affi dead before some bwoy get bail
The gyal dem seh mi sweet
Yea the snickers
Cracking the handcuffs
I am the one they've been waiting for
The prophecy said am the chosen one
I do it for Africa
Do it mama
I Do it for alla yo
My
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
that a peace of mind
Money all mine, Jordans on feet
Girls gone wild, bunnies on skeet
Schoolboy and Dope Boy, boy, that's some shit
S55 fly by, that's
babe lately you been all on my brain (brain)
And if somebody would've told me a month ago
Fronting, though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know
If somebody
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
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
Nineteen ninety seven to the year two thousand and one!
Ichi-Bang! Even in Japan!
Yo, L you know the flavor!
Battle star galactical!
Who want
In your face
That's right
And it feels so good
Choose a lock y'all
In your face
Yeah
It feels so good
Yo P-Nut, beat that thing
Won't you
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