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Yo
I used to post on the Ave
In a True Religion suit bred 11's to match
Way back before we copped out on packs
Back when it was three heads on one

If I could do it one way
I would do it like this
Exactly how it goes
Everytime the beat hit
Pullin up like boom bap
That's a drive by on yo bitch ass

demons in tha mirror
Wicked as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa
Witness I'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before

back I had it before
Niggas really tried to take all my flows
Niggas never really wanted no smoke
Where I'm from you got to stay on yo toes
Fucking up

Step in da Club

Grimm

Super Saucy

2005

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

a Nigga hold is ticker ticker 
Big booty bouncing like that thang got hiccups hiccups
Double Gs on like Tigger Tigger 
Ay Ay Baby lemme get yo number number

haughty all for a Bugatti, trigger was pulled listening to Yo Gotti
Play a Playboy, there is no Carti
Sipping on Cardi, but I miss the B
Hot as hell please

it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti

Y'all got the testers, man?
Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock
And you fiendin' on the
 get the fuck outta here damn
Yo, why you act like that,  yo

Aye
Lil' Haitian Gotti Like that there, yeah yeah
Haha
I got them, mmm
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special

Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up

All Pro

Big Noyd

Episodes of a Hustla

1996

[Prodigy] 
yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid 
yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat 
and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch 
leave big

bankroll Yo Gotti
Hope these opps don't get out they body
My whole life I been a son of a gun, that's why I gotta keep a gun in my pocket
Know what I'm

words
Followed by a lotta good people that I love
And what's better is that I know I'm being watched from above
My homies don't know the half of it
I keep

cocky
You know that she nasty her head be so sloppy
Chop this bitch up boy it feels like Karate
Bitch I'm the goat got me feeling like Ali
I am Wan Gotti

run up get wrapped like a packet (grraow)
I'm runnin' by you, I lapped you
Finna start walkin', you should keep runnin'
Offset Vellanos, frame keep

shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo

cobra and some vipers
Spent half my life, nigga, surrounded by OGs, and some lifer
Concentrate, on how I'ma take over the Carolina without wearin'

Yo
It’s gon be a long night
Sunrise on the west we on eastern time
Feeling my mind frame
Like it’s Next to god
Stacking bread Pepperidge farm
All you

dress code just to see yo ass in it
Still tryna figure out how she fit that ass in it
It don't matter by tonight imma have you ass out
Imma get behind it

Yeah)

Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima

riding down Lakeland in a black 4runner like YO
Loud fragrances origins from California 
walk out neighbors ask me how are ya 
The only thing about me

I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind

but u can drink up
Bish I'm outside, we can link up
I'm on yo block not really posing a threat
Spin it like Russian Roulette
I'm at the function not