Lyrics:
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file
She say I'm punishable by life
Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold
Nowhere else
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
love u better lucky cause I'm cold hearted
Trench coat like John Gotti
I made a bank deposit
And I still got cash in my pocket
Go to war like Davy
a lethal weapon registered in everythang,
used by the police, dope dealers an yo local gang,
I'm the hardest mutha fucka alive, right in front of yo eyes,
debuted and put
The city on wax a lot of Biggie comparisons
We all was aware of them
But that wasn't my MO
I just thought he was dope
Can't understand why
they lobbies hit
The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti shit
Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n
cops on the rooftop be
(Violent J talking)
"Yea...everyday...everyday..psychopathic everyday...eh yo Twin Gats where you at boy?" "I'm Psychopathic Rydin'" "yea, alright
are dope, styles that meet
Any rapper clappin' you'd talkin'
You'd be yappin' my flow is on the go-go
This record's for real spin that wax in that
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
Irv Gotti they kamikaze
Doin' music is my life yo it's not a hobbie
I fell in love with Hip Hop
When I heard Loddy Doddy i'm like
I prolly could spit it
Necks in rotation, I'm on and I'm popping
Boys in the hood, I pull up and just pop them
Ain't stressing no bitches, yo, ho, I got options
Watch it, you
well-rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties hung
fuck Gotti
Tha N-O been way bout it 'fore P told ya
I'm a real soulja lets go to war & I'mma show ya
I don't have a damn conscience about nathan
How ya
The Goyard is on all fours
I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford
They said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy
you want another reason why it must be funky
Yo I am not a jackass meaning not a donkey
So I will play the game like it should be played
Drop the funk
Everything dope it's the re-up music
Mob ties baby gotta live up to it
Gang
Used to have no food to eat
Every time I had crocs on my feet
Same boy who was out
a vegetable
Hot like safari, shop like a Gotti
We walk in and shock everybody
Me and my boys, ya we rock the party
Soon as we start to run everybody say
& sow the city sold me all this shitty thread niggas kill to wear
Watch that black boy fly yo success ain't really theirs they gone kill you before you
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
might be true, nigga
Real shit (yo)
Sammy Gravano told on bodies, they gave that boy immunity
They give a dope boy life, say we destroyin'
do with that
Took a step so i closed the gap
Boy you better blast now
Let me call ya bluff and left you stuck
I’m on yo ass now
Kept a desert with
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
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