Lyrics:
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
like can't nobody stop me, I'm a hot nigga
And the bitch that I'm with know she hot stuff
Pull up in the hot wheels, ballin' get yo hops up
If you got
Like yo Gotti throw a whole party of females
The narcotics gave proactive that Fiend feel
Like John Gotti my crime family a big deal
Nigga I still
rear-view mirror and
Your side mirrors
OG Kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got two choppers, that’s chopsticks
Eat yo block up like
near gross a quarter
Mill in one year
A nigga aint even signed yet
Can u fathom that
(Hold up) I really-really get it by the freight load
(Hold up) I
on our ass
Put it all on down the line we trying to get the cash
They say they want that old shawty please don’t bring up my past
See I don’t make
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
fifty feet, betta back tha fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
white though
Ice so bright shit shine like a light show
This my life yo go get yours bitch
Ball till we fall till the drugs hit the ball pit
Cocaine
Season
I make the wave, you know I been the drip
I've been Pres., never changed, and i'm always on some Gotti shit
Ownership, pen quotes used for captions
Comin down the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Family, united, y'know?
It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up
Y'all niggaz come scrap witcha'll heat
or get laid the fuck down, word up, no games
Y'all
(yea) with Daytons (c'mon)
You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon)
I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standing (uh-huh)
While you were
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
a 'Rari, I'm in the Yo like Gotti
A Boogie, I'm goin' Scottie, nigga drop my deposit
I ain't Jamaican, bitch, I'm Haitian, but I got them shottas
Harley
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it
I know yo pain
All the shit you
on Sunday, get killed by Monday
Turn that shit down, this the F in yo' city
Catch me a Benji, get popped like a tittie
Slow down when you drank, you might
on a coaster, ups and downs
Life's a roller coaster, Cameras flashing
We belong on a poster, Make sure they get my hood side this a close up, Dust that dirt off
get sweaty.
Beats and melodies, will make me blink.
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry.
If you ain't down wit' my crew, all you die.
We doing this baby,
Oh shit!
What the fuck happened
Nah man, Nah
Nah this what I'm a do
I'm a get on the phone one time
Stupid, yo, eh yo
Eh
ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I'll do it myself, I don't need no help
Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me
don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at
[Havoc]
Yo, when I foul out on lab
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