Lyrics:
our ball is a game end up in the hall of flame
Imma show you what they call pain in the eyes of o.g.
Gun,knives o.d Yall Youngters owe me
Yo Yeah Yeah
world
And I know that you really can't believe
What ya hear and ya see
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Get yo' money
Fuck a bitchand blow a gang
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by the miles/
Servin fiends another round
When we slidin thru yo time
I didn't ask for dis life
It
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
heels on you
Take you on a shopping spree ima make you proud of me
Bouta f-ck around and make me call dibs on you
See yo nails done, hair done, everything
and a MC scooped me up
Aiiyo, I got the ? I usually does
Young Gotti in the back seat fucked up cous'
Man it's ashame how my gang-gang-bang
No disrespect
a lame
Her friends be all in my DM (I see 'em)
Her daddy's a police and you already know me
I don't ever wan' see him, I'm Yo Gotti
Can't we just
Lemme get a lil' some off my chest,
Imma do me, Give a f*ck bout' the rest
Come and Say Some
Every time I try to let you talk, you ain't say none
(with no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac (boom boom boom)
Pay
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
love me
And you know I'm gettin' shhh
F-ck it I ain't gotta say it
The tab taken care of n-gga I ain't gotta pay it
Yea, I'm all day with it, year round
sum'n and get up with me, you know that we pay our tabs
On the dash, still droppin' fives, one of one, I cop 'em fast
Track' or 'Cat, I'm speedin',
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
f*cking change their original goals and destiny
Why the f*ck you pressing me
Calling me a bigot and a homophobe
Because I do not want to see
Another
there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't
no doubt
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
Climb a gang of pain with the style
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
You know a gangaz name
While the clock keeps handing yo hours
But pucker up because the truth gets sour
More sour than the sour diesel I devour
Hear me by the hour, I give ya
the mood
And you know I’ll f*ck you rude too
Lil' momma know that she the sh*t
Tryna play me like I’m not legit
Don’t pay no mind, yo I never have a fit
I
the mood
And you know I’ll f*ck you rude too
Lil' momma know that she the sh*t
Tryna play me like I’m not legit
Don’t pay no mind, yo I never have a fit
I
all popping out babies,
Mama's? Facts!
Daddy's? Maybe!
Be a hoe? Couldn't pay me!
Trick for doe? Y'all on go!
Fronting like you bought the moe!
Lace
People doubted till’ i grew alive
Walk in - excuse me - move aside
Now you gotta’ swallow
And chew your pride
It's do or die
I’m ready
In da’ partment wit’
huffin' a dip
Call up my niggas and say "Yo, don't even trip"
Daz and my nigga Kurupt
Came through and a MC scooped me up
Ayo, I got the I usually does
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