Lyrics:
pull out the shotty
Causin' permanent damage to they bodies
We niggas like Gotti, takin' it to the extreme
Doin' whatever it takes, nigga
By any means,
could be godly
In a world so dominated by sin
And thin hotties with rims tell 'em then
If-If you got it
See i ain't Irv Gotti
But that murder incorporate
gangsta talk
Biatch! Gangsta talk
Yeah, this is how the gangsta's talk
Yeah, yeah, gangsta walk
All the real G's out there
I know you gettin yo
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
and you Cardi (You Cardi)
I'm Martin you Mike Lowery (Mike Lowery)
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all
Yo, what's up, bro? Talk to me, Stony Pimp
Shorty wildin' from the bottom too much pain
And too much drama
Want the truth but you couldn't give it
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
when you see them hundred smokes squirrel
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, I'm hotta than holly watta
Wish I was your
hell-bound
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree!
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by
you keep it real where you from
Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my
things that i done learned
Like how the universe ain't knockin you it just ain't yo turn
Sometimes you gotta look around and see the options you earned
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
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
favorite liquor
Always gotta swisha... right by her bed
I smoke that while she givin me head
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She know she can't afford it
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
you crazy
Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies
Listenin' to Gotti at five
I'ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls
used to maserati's.
She fuckin with my old school, she think I move like gotti,
she think I got it, she think I understand her hobbies.
I be lyin. Lyin
everyone when she pass by them
Carmen, darlin', doesn't have a problem
She's lyin' to herself 'cause
Her liquor's top shelf
It's alarmin', honestly
How
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
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