Lyrics:
they understand me
I open up shop, open up shop 'cause I got candy
He's got candy, yo eyes roll in your head
Mo B. Dick, You toss and turn in yo bed
comin' to L.A., better tap the fuck in
Don't matter where you at, better always have a blick
Watch where you hangin', stay dangerous, if not, you a walkin
and I'm feelin real zooted
Walkin with a limp tell yo bitch toot and boot it
Tell yo bitch to bend over I'll stick it in her ass
Fuckin up the rotation
I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with the rocket
Never seen you with bands in yo
pistol-whipped me in my fuckin' head
'Cause he said, I wouldn't buy the infrared
Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin'
Told me to shut the fuck up
ticking to the tone
And the tempo
The tick boom
And they never make a move
Until I come in the room
Drop a nuke with my posture
You should've known
By
ya (On God!)
I'm smokin' biscotti, yeah
Blacked out whip, Maserati, yeah
Finna whip up on the pot, I'm feelin' like Yo Gotti, yeah
Change my name
You aint ready
You aint ready
Nah (laugh)
Yo, Check
You aint really ready for me and mine to set it Off
Nastee P and Reks will barge in the door Like
like cabin so the smoke sack bow size
Yo Gotti Young Joc I kno what ya hoe like
Hardest in the city niccas knowing what the flow like
Trapper of the year
Gon' be up all night long
Walkin' this wood flo'
'Till my man gets home
I'm at the front do'
I'm listening by the phone
But I'm gon' be here
With
(yeah)
And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young
They leave .em by their loved ones
People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting
Damn Callan you gettin' guap
Cute ina face I need a girl like you
Ain't no talkin' and walkin'
She wanna ride my coop
And you know you a star, I
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
Sag when I out the county jail
Sag in the SWAP meet, sag in court
Sag when I hop out the super sport
Sag when I'm playin' basket ball
"Pull yo pants
Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit
Willie d'll put a foot in you bitch
I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet
Since 5th grade, I been
me spill my drink
It's getting hard to think
Sink my fangs in her neck
We Left the mink splashed in red
We left the mink splashed in red
Impale my
Gotti will body your prodigy
Better be scared of me
Peep in my poetry
And shower me half of your salary
I came in the game with a trend
Beats that
motherfucker..
{*barking*} Turn me up some
{*more barking} Yo
{*barking*}
[Red imitates an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
matters
Go so hard, forget the critics
I block out the chatter
Put my heart into it
Know you feel it in yo' soul
Plant a seed and I ask God
Can He help it
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
indeed
They tell it how it is... or so the shit cunts believe
In that miniscule cerebral, driven by that evil
Spirit up inside 'em, sickness need asylum
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
instigated that situation
With Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bangles
Adjust my wing rudders
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