Lyrics:
Buttersworth
Demar one I got a problem, ima call him first
Knocking niggas helmets off was how I got respect
Pop Warner they called me Hammer
I run through yo
don't want to don't
Mean I don't got it
I turned myself into a boss I feel like Gotti
But I won't go out like Gotti
And I won't go out like shawty
I know
got her by tomorrow
She a hoe I'm like adios
I'm with Yo, no Gotti though
Family, gotta keep em close
Enemies gotta keep em closer
I'm a king and I'm
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shine brighter than a diamond
She look good like Rihanna
I got a team full of warriors
Call me Iguodala
Free herb he
(Boww Boww)
Better then Ya top Five
Ni**a dead or alive
Rap game sleeping on me
Guess its time to wake em up
F**k Ya favorite rapper
Hogtie em
since I was a puppy
'Til I was full grown, I never had no other dog pullin' on my bone
Say Snoop's upside yo' head
Say Snoop's upside yo' head
Say
killer
Drug dealer full of 3-5, we gon' buy him out
Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"
All-white, I rock Off-White, bitch, let's talk
pulled it out and put it on her face
I nutted real quick
And every time I come around she
Act like she ain't did shit
I bet you when he found out what
I
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
high
Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You
to midnight
Full rack up in the back, shit is tight
Full charge and I'm out for somethin'
Mass production, Battlecat bang percussion
End of discussion,
smaller but my stacks fat.
Set it off I murder tracks and get booked like a backpack.
Feel like Yo Gotti cause I got that sac.
See ima full
on this punkass hoes
This one is goin out, to all my true bitches
Fuck the so called LB's finest when
We givin up phone calls
Catch me hood, bitch I stay
to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You want to rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You want
But, yo, on the real, though, more times
You know I mean, whatever, I don't care who call who nigga
And nigga, ray, ray, ray
Whether you agree with it
street pusher
Give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up, I took her
Ran out of liquor
(Time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga
(Who gives a f***?)
Rap
to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I'm full time rapping
I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed
givin' out that Gotti time
Probably find
Bodies lined up
In ya lobby slime
Dust, booze
Mushrooms
Smack ya out ya molly mind
Police comin' around
gotti got the good dope
Young nigga
Been a urbalist a long time
I smoke good
Yea I get Big high
Stay Sky high
I try to keep a good vibe
Im
on mute
ain't no ridin with me
or gettin high with me
I be that nigga they call P'heno
out that 1 2 3 Ya heard me
chorus
[Mystikal]
huh
baby
personal time
All the lagging and the dragging
(Yo, I got something to do that day)
Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging
Fuck that fronting! We're
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
gotta love the
Spooky season needa make a trip to Nobbies
Boutta kill the game show up to yo party as John Gotti (Issa party)
On that Kanye west do ya
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
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