Lyrics:
Keep 'em close to my heart
'cause we the ones that got this shit started
You recollect we used to bust on snitches
Nobody comes before my niggas
Fuck all
the curtain I'll merk 'em
Wizard of oz niggas, hiding behind money
Hiding behind luxury
I see em shootin' up all that fuck shit
Its gettin' ugly
Got torch
'm supposed to be on promo
Neighbour called I ain't answer and I got bricks for the low low
Parrot popped a loco, crime scene gun smoke
Drive by to homicide
do, what I say, how I play
And hope that I make it through the next day
'Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say
Oh eh oh eh oh 'cause
on blunts, I knock out fronts
And I'm bout as wicked as a wicked-ass witch from the west
So you and Toto better know that it's Yo-Yo
I'm cute, I loot,
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Mami, I know you got issues, you got a man
But you need to understand that you got
be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Mami, I know you got issues, you got a man
But you need to understand that you got
envy
Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie
I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that
Still in
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand
Yo, Anybody can rhyme,
and we gone go to tv johnny
Fuck that bitch i slide in all black Hondas
Nasty bitch got a ass from the islands
Fuck a black ball go to war like John Gotti
like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
day (day by day)
Mile by mile (ooh), go your own way, go your own way
(Come on, baby, got to keep moving)
(Come on, baby, got to keep moving)
(I
westside, connected with that nigga who flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I bet this
Motherfuckin' coast ain't got shit after me
Got some loving
That I wanna give you, babe
Got it by the pound, girl
Yes I have, now, huh
When you get it
It's such a strong love
It's gonna
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
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You text just like, "Yo," I'm like, "Yo, I been avoidin' you"
Ye, Jesus gang, you correct
You always
pull that (come on)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Once it's on, I come through, g- is drawn
Blam, blam, lungs is gone,
the nozzle on that
K you should start prayin!
That's how we on it!
I don't wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I
for a record
You bit the hand that fed ya
Now let's think for a second
Who's the only one who would stick up for ya
Me
When you got picked on by others
got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]
Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like I was the police
Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She's a baller and I
I got it, come on nigga
Oh, Oh
Yeah, yo
Yeah, get nigga
Redman got fire nigga
Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga
Shots of Cuervo
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