Lyrics:
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
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
By Shondy
Xikano The Producer
Dímelo Jhon Gotti
Jaja
Alexander.ft.god
Jajajajajajajaja
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
beautifully
Got Hostile with E.D. in 93
Yo it's a small small world out there so prepare and beware
Because I'm coming out rougher this yeah ah yeah
Now you
A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
I got a big ass glock on my hip We aint tryna argue
Pull up on you let it rip yea im bangin blood
But i do fuck wit sum krips slide bust yo melon ats
like it I buy it I got my own style yo bitch say I'm cunning
That's really funny cause years ago the same bitch said I'm junky and didnt wanna fuck me
I
a walking lick
Style on some coffin shit
I be offing shit
Say my name with some spit
Lil dirty bitch
Whats yo name
Never heard of it
What's yo purposes
You
Go get you a hundred grand I'm talking paper not some followers up on the gram
Living fake life styles
Y'all bout it
Front for the gram (who you
tell her I’m a gyalis ain’t no thang tho
Bubu bubu bang is how the 808’s go
Party with the ratio
Every single race yo
All over the radio
Thank you for
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
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]
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
bitch
Pull up on party tip
I said I'm finna fuck yo bih
I bark up like an ostrich
I beat the booty with a stick
I tried to lick the Gotti whip
But
need nobody
Bitch My drip gambino yeah my flow gotti
Real ass gangster police can't stop me
If Im in yo hood then your bitch gon top me
Aye nigga don't
John gotti weh dem a pree
We a di wrong smaddy
Benz lavi no sympathy
Wi no tek sorry
clip long ready fi anyting yeah man naturally
Tiptronic yo
the big Y.O.
Comin' from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow
So yo how you feelin'? Tell me how you feelin'
Mad drug dealin' mad caps peelin'
I do my
a recliner
I'm in this, representing West Side
Lotta people try to tell me I'm the next guy
Batgang, got it tatted by my left eye
Chain gang over here, no
seat big body whip
I know n****s wanna copy this
You rent ain't buy that whip
In the party get acknowledgement
You stand right by the vip
Give me yo soul
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
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