Lyrics:
and rollin mad trees
Paranoid on point and now I see who's who
This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew
Life I take one if you jeopardise my do
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
her to her face bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
You can lick her, You can stick her
You can give it to her
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
on a crystal day
Always time for good conversation
There's an ear for what you say
Come on the risin' wind
We're goin' up around the bend
Yeah
Ooh
I want a five-star bitch (yeah, Yo Gotti)
It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit
I'm the realest nigga walkin', and this the remix (Yo Gotti
to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's love? It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Woo! Yeah, slow down, baby
Let you
baby)
Baby your the bosses girl
(I love to pay yo bills baby)
Oh
(It excites me! You know what I'm talking bout?)
Fresh limousines, tall
got the strap
And when my homies see ya
You the only female they give dap
You the only nigga that I'll kiss
Make love to and still do some gangsta
to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's love? It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Woo! Yeah, slow down, baby
Let you
do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Oh, just in case you need me
I don't mind
Yo, tell them what to do, tell them what
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
on black mamba crown on, Bob Marley
Wrist on Yo Gotti fox
Ma' don't you call me too late for sorry
Your life like ‘The Truman Show’
Likes on your IG
That
instigator
It's party time, we're ripe on the vine (what?)
Homegrown tomatoes, yo
Do do do, do do do, do do do do do (homegrown tomatoes)
Do do do, do
as you listen to what I'm readin' (ooh-ooh-ooh)
No longer needin' approval and feedin' into the vision of the public
I'm above it, used to do it how they
attention to 'em
That's the difference
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act
It's all there
I've been stackin' this shit all along for you
No matter what happen, you gon' be rich forever
No matter what we go through, you
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You text just like, "Yo," I'm like, "Yo, I been avoidin' you"
Ye, Jesus gang, you correct
You always
what to do
But try to play it cool
Baby, I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
You've been in a mood, you've been givin'
What, what
Uh, uh
What, uh
What, yeah
Uh, yo
Yo, what
Yo, uh
Yo, uh
[Charli]
Say Mobb Deep, niggas go sorry
Niggas might rob me
See niggas we ball
perfect
But what's the point in makin' it out if all they do is cuff ya?
You know, we be comin' from, like
The worst conditions, the worst
we drinkin'?
Big Gotti, I do big shit, I don't know what you niggas thinkin'
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I cry when I'm alone
Most times I don't answer
Pour me, floatin' out to see
An opportunity that went by
Pour you, now what you gonna do?
Now what you gonna do? You just cry
Pour me, so blind
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints
Do
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