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
he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us (One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?
Yo, yo
Now let's look
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
on a Mai Tai
Right after the drive by this that really high life
Just like call of duty had to switch it to the uzi
Hanging with my niggas I be acting kinda
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
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
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
Yeah, I know people who would've had their family all wiped out
They don't tell lies and, and rat
That's, that's on page number one (Gotti)
It's
the bird, double R, that's some cold shit
All I rock is white, them on my old shit
All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick
DJ drop that Gotti, this that dope
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
I tell my hoes, "Rake it up," like Yo Gotti
I do my thing and I fuck up a party
Niggas that hate, they gonna wanna say "Sorry"
Free my guys, I
take drugs to manage
Tommy gun knock yo head off
Gotti broke a opp jaw
Off a perk 12 behind me bitch I sped off
And a nigga booted of a adderall
Aim that
me this really tortures me
'Cause they don't understand me And while I'm
Holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my
Enemies who want to see me
, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap [Kurupt] Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we
Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga
This that dope dick
She addicted to that dope dick
I got her hooked, got her locked,
Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit'
Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed
Put another notch in the game
You watchin'
make them boys dump
It's like that for real
It's like that for real
Yo, yeah
If you hit 'em in the head with the dummies
Then you good
Funeral homes
I keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be
This is for the playas
Playa, play on
I can't hate you homie
Playa,
that, no time for that
You can't wait too long
You can't wait too long, no
Niggas bullshitting me I'm on a paper chase
On the grind everyday to
Get this
Murder Inc n****!
Yeah, step inside n****s
[Irv Gotti]
Keep your f***ing eyes open, observe, and watch this
(Watch me) Take the game, lock s***
my fours it's not hope I sell
Spoken mail man this grind aint nothing but a task
And marvel at the fact that I had it mastered fast
Cash and grab we
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
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