Lyrics:
(My man?)
(You know I'm your man)
(What?)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(What, what?)
Yo, where the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
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
that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin' from fans (runnin' from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (do what they can)
Brand new
stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
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
Gotti you know we got you nigga
Palm City
Milkwaukee Buck'ing Gang
Yo it's that boy they call Young'n
And you know I rep that gang
Them ink
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
Niggas watching what i say on internet they trolling me. Not bothered by it
Cuse that shit is really old to me.
Shake and bake like Ricky Bobby
(Shake
my cool I told them I got it, I got it
These bitches mistaking me for YoGotti
I told them I got it, I got it
These bitches mistaking me for YoGotti
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
to tempos
It's instrumental
Waiting for the nymphos that's the intro
Shook when you rush me
Walked up and touched me
Why? Do you want to fuck me?
Just ‘cause
is not what I be slangin' on this track
Niggas don't comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs
You know that, right? You bite, you fucked up
You
Yo Fab what up nigga
Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu
Lot of shit going on
Let's get ready to go in though
Huh, I said, ice in
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
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
Intro: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed
Verse One: RZA
Yo
man
Yo, come get the fuck out the rain, nigga
Get the fuck, oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck
Ayo Ghost, yo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas, man?
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
(get up)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Hey yo, that girl looks good)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Play on, play on, player)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey
J Balvin, man
Liam Payne
My G
It's simple, you dip low
Your hips roll, you do the Calypso
An intro is all that I need, oh, yeah
Y empiezo
our ball is a game end up in the hall of flame
Imma show you what they call pain in the eyes of o.g.
Gun,knives o.d Yall Youngters owe me
Yo Yeah Yeah
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