Lyrics:
Yo it goes tellin' hoes bobbin Saturday 3'o clock on Melrose shoppin
Six pm flight for more club hoppin'
Landing at H town, damn they got it
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
I ain't never been a sucka nigga bitch I'm on one
I'm respected around the city so check yo tone yeah
Couple niggas call collect cuz they know im
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
we remain blatant
Yo, got to tell you to your face
You get replaced in this game, by Kweli
Place the face with the name
These cats drink champagne
know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
Vegetarian to the beef, bitch
Yo Gotti I do street shit
to go FED
Pushin gas thru yo speakers
Poppin n Crackin
Kuz we Hopeless
Gotta keep mine
No tellin what he be totin'
We be Poppin n Crackin
Kuz we feel
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
You can
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
Traphouse gettin' too famous
His traphouse poppin' all night
The porch light should be strobe lights
That shit them police don't like
You know them pigs
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
Cause I don’t miss you
Girl I got options
So ima be honest
Like Wayne and Yo Gotti I’m out with my patnas
And we steady mobbin’
On some city boy hot
Come fuk with som niggas that’s poppin
Verse1
I run off the stage and jump in the crowd
I drop that beat that make em go wild
I got the plug yo
and drive-bys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Be boppin' shots, like
yeah, I know the street
Could've been a alcoholic poppin' mollys, all I smoke is weed
I'm so hyperbolic, it's hydraulics on my fuckin' Jeep
Wait, I
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
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
on the ball when you swingin'
Don't be confused, don't be fooled by the wind-up
Start switchin' your position, make your mind up
Pull your bootstraps tight,
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