Lyrics:
terrorist
Domestic terrorists
(Verse)
Antifa they hide their face behind a mask yo
Hiding yo and they wear their hoodies yo yo
They're a code of rats and they
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
Yeah
Mazi
Stop playing
Them boys don't know bout me
Them boys don't know about me
Call Squeeze if it's pressure
He go blow by me
He on go bout me
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
You could tell where I'm from by the blap
See the gang going dumb when I rap
Let the world know the bay where it's at
Hyphy ain't dead I could bring
milk...let it soak up
They bully but it ain’t bout the noogie
It’s how they choke us
They fully know it ain’t bout the hoody it’s how that bro looks
By that
by the cops fuck 12
Police pull at every block
She on her knees she gon give me top
She gon clean me good like a mop
Got her the gucci and flip flops
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
[Chorus]
c BODY cT YO RESIDENCE,
I FEEL LIKE JOHN GOTTI, HOW IM MOBBIN WIT MY REGIMENT,
SURVIVE!
THIS IS NOT NO PcRTY, WE CcNT LET EM IN,
I HEcRD THcT JOE
going through,
The same shit,
It was so evident,
Fuck her nigga,
Suck her nigga,
And yo best, friends, too!
Stealing money from yo mama,
Leave a I O U,
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the trenches water whipping like we underground
Hoody all black with the strap leave u lost n found
Hunting season on the rise
We'll catch u by surprise
Red beam
on patrol
Dance for us, boy, they gone keep you on yo toes
Quick to hem a nigga up like Sunday school clothes
You ever been froze?
Staring at that pole, young
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down
Nah, you can't hang, nah, you can't bang
You better get yo' gang
If
you need
Fuckin’ yo sheets
Runnin’ tired of the streets
That bomb
Wait
I might bless yo venmo while i'm on the way
I get you roses cuz Im runnin
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
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas
a nigga fucked up mental
(Sheesh)
Too quick to kill you my anger built
Up ain't had nobody to vent to
(Come on, come on)
Yo' bitch want me to vent to her
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
The hypocrisy
Another tongue in cheek altar to Democracy
To help normalize the day to day atrocities
By the law of the land, as planned by the man upstairs
the phattest
Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad
See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violent
Keep in silent when we run through, you know
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