Lyrics:
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
Some people see me now I know they hate it (Hate it)
Cause deep down they didn't want me to make it
But I'm bossed up now/ I can't stop now I won't
be back fuckin with ya bitch!
A'yo, Cookie Monster: come get me, nigga!
Old ass nigga! *laughs*
*beat stops*
And don't make me really write some shit,
Keep you niggas frozen, stop the bankrolling
456, it's equivalent to 4 or 5 bricks
Tell me
What the fuck nigga, yo we don't give a fuck
The niggas I'm
the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take
the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take
now
You can't stop us
What you gonna do right now
You can't run
We the boss in here, we floss this shit 'cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh
[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
seein' a flaw
The money ain't gon' change shit, stop it
Niggas switchin' up now and I ain't even poppin
I be the one, but they treat me like A-list
They
Yo, I told you...I can't watch this
Change the channel now, man...I can't watch this
Yo, pass the TV Guide over here, sucker...I can't watch this
gettin' guap right now
This to all of my hatin' hoes that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right
a athlete ina' gym
She from Florida, think it's water, cause she asked me can I swim?
What I paid, out yo range, so don't ask me what I'm in
Or don't ask me
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
We don't do no kissing, can't even blow a kiss my way
Don't even play in text messages, can't leave me no kissy face
Yo' mouth been so messy, state
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
styles is hype off the top
Pardon me but stop the beat-box
Cause yo I got beats son
(Aw word?) (Aight) My bad, I didn't mean to kill that shit. (That's
Chorus-Guapman
Gotti let’s ride the beat
Shottie I ride with heat
No not in the coupe
But he gone ride for me
Ice up on my neck now I feel frozen
praise him some more
Won't stop whatcha put yo hands down for
Won't stop yeah praise him some more I
Can't stop yeah praise him some more
Dont stop yeah
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
la-di-da-di
It's just me and all my homies
At your door like The Shining, ugh
Feelin' like, can't nobody stop me (no), I'm a hot nigga
Uh, and the bitch that
to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow It's like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama Yo, Gotti he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo
feel just like Gotti did
Balling every season like Roddy Rich
Any track that I'm on I done bodied it
Let me talk my shit right here right now
Never fold
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