Lyrics:
yo, you don't want no drama with us
I'm too hot
I could make up the mama to bust
Why you chumps keep talking shit?
I'm a star, hopping in your whips
a snapback and girls wanna see 'em
Man you should see my Snapchat when it's late in the PM
Ay Yo Gotti, it go down in way more than the DM
And it probably
a treadmill
As long as they print it
My niggas gon' get it
Pop a yerk off, half a pill
This shit got me twitchin' and itchin
Like Yo Gotti
When I drop this
make it where yo Gotti be
Suicidal thoughts, swear these nightmares trying to bother me.
All these nightmares nightmares, still living in my head
Girl
Lemme tell how the really real Brooklyn gets down
In the 70's and 80's there were lots o' dead bodies
BK was full o' gangsters like gambino and gotti
You
wanna get involved in a mess
Keep walkin', keep it movin', stop hawkin
Barry Barnes, yo ass with a bat, I'm ball parkin
No talkin', I'm pissed and, I
on TMZ, boy you don lost yo mind!
I'm too rich to stress about a fine…
Nine Milly in a month, nine Milly by my side
I'm trying hard to not live reckless
I
got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is
Digging
6feet In her ground
All this money
Like a bank
Doing shit
He wish he can't
I go by Gotti
Riding in a Maserati
Pimpin call me Scotty
Blow
that's how you feel might as well grab that respirator
Don't by crying for yo Mamie nigga
And toast the Bel Air if you hear me nigga
Cause the money look
gotta love the
Spooky season needa make a trip to Nobbies
Boutta kill the game show up to yo party as John Gotti (Issa party)
On that Kanye west do ya
the reason my folks are walkin the yard
Or gettin they guts some
Tryin to make it home but I think they
Safer in that pin cause niggas on gin be lettin them
Commin to tha Bay, round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound
I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath
When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints
step by step, walkin through the, twentieth
century,
Tryin' to find what's really goin' on in the streets
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats
chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin cryin
make your Memphis Bleek
So many drums up in this bitch, you thought I shot my heat
It's getting hard to eat Addys take away my sleep
What the fuck I look
give it was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change livin' up and down
This hard life got me walkin' with my head down
Flashin'
saw it
So it don't mean jack to me
Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it
So it don't mean jack to me, cowboy status
So much unfairness in this game
possibly know 'bout this
West shit right here
Ugh ugh ugh ugh (shit check it out)
Yo, money don't grow on trees
Everybody talkin' bout they movin' ki's
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo
The world revolves around you, anak
Or doesn't it?
Hahahahaha
(Yo Marvs let's get it!)
Way up
Three generations in we never gave up
Technique like my
CEO and I don't wear suits (CEO)
Boy, my son rock ice too (yeah)
Yeah, fight who? What that pipe shoot? (Boom)
Face like Yo Gotti, white Rover
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