Lyrics:
money, guns, all I know like Yo Gotti
Police has rappers ion trust him, call him Tekashi
I had to tell kash to slow down, he tried to bby Mazi
We can hit
on the ride and we
First to bomb
Right out the gate nigga fuck your side
Call me my enemy killer
When I see you eye to eye first to bomb
Right out the gate
She gon' sell her soul just to live another life
I'mma fuck her friend too on another night
Flew that bitch out
Her friend on another flight
I
on the trigger when a nigga ride
And I be Shootin' craps
Bustin' niggas out the door
Pick my money off the floor
God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on Molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti
you slick dissin' but that shit lame
All that make believe rappin' about cocaine
Don't play with me Ho Gotti you a hoe mane
You went from my biggest
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click,
Just a matter of time
Rest In Peace Dolph used to listen to Gotti
Bitches on bitches I run into thotties, Get on yo knees and give me a good strawby
Bitches gone smile when I
the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers (you know)
Full time cappers (ha)
Bitch, I fold them like a futon
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
fresher than a tux from Armani, nigga
Eating that Cipriani, spending money like Gotti
Pull out my cold watch, Swiss edition, Rio collection, I'm out
Let
that I can't wait on nobody
Can't blame yourself so you just blame anybody
Do not compare me to nobody
I put a date on it like I'm yo gotti
I'm vil now I
have the time
But the young man set today
Who's up next to play
This game we call life
Can end all in one night
So be careful who you pipe
If that ain't
they call Africa
Keep your eyes on your girl, cause P'll be watchin around the
Tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin
A new way to sway, cause brothers keep
be long yo (that's what you call it pa)
One of these days and it won't be long yo, yo
I come from the slums, I ain't no dummy
My testiment talk,
Shits not even out and the internet exploded
From the monday club blues
To an album full of tunes
From drinking up booze
To eating magic mushrooms
on a wheelie 12 o’clock (skirtt)
Aye Swerving in and out of traffic fuck the cops
Ya burn out at the light time to smoke it up
Gotta bad bitch the back ass fat
of terror, the era of the Evil Side
Lay fools out in rhymes like drive-by's
Come, come, test this, let's just
See yo' face taste ??? then just this
No
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
nigga, handle yo' business
Because you spoke like a menace, you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin' back and forth like full court tennis
We
Digging
6feet In her ground
All this money
Like a bank
Doing shit
He wish he can't
I go by Gotti
Riding in a Maserati
Pimpin call me Scotty
Blow
she full of remy
I faced a couple blunts
I want to get inside
Can you meet me out front
Shawty can you ride with me
Surprised how i drive
With my hand
that
Bitch up like a stall
Yo bitch on stand by like a casket call
Look at yo bitch, Look at yo bitch
She nasty woah look at yo bitch she's trashy
Look
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
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