Lyrics:
Let's go gotti
I see yo momma out she a be proud
Cause I a really fap yo ass down bitch ass nigga
I'm tryna wack dog
I got the mac sauce
I got them
Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's
Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece
bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll
it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck n****
Big
my neck
Yea I came from the left but I'm down right fresh
Speak on
How you on the song bun b on
Complete 180 how crazy has he gone how strong is
"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
Fuck
get in the head by a police officer
Then i am going to blame some of the people in this room
And I do not forgive
I just tinted up my whip i just
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
spit digital oil, boy I got a metaverse palace
Don't ask me nothing, I can't talk in public or comment on UTA
I'm too busy running it up with Bun B none
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns
Notice, see the Q you I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
stamina lasts
I'll rally and march and if I don't speak then I can't be rapping
If I don't breathe in with in all my
All my lungs
Not alone
I'm with
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image
It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block
Some niggas know him as the Godson of Gotti
And his black partner, he was scared to speak
pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big
young and my old body (yah)
You don't know yet, don't know Bobby (know Bobby)
I got the juice like the film and Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
I changed it
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
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