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My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Stack yo racks up
Fuck around and hit up Icebox
I want a PATEK diamonds wet when the lights off it shine
She calling me daddy I aint her papi I
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
nobody
This is real world where violence becomes the best hobby
I'm Building my own world, ima boss like Yo Gotti, I'm different
Make it happen like Magic,
I'mma wipe that bambino
If it's really like that, pussy meet me at my show
I'mma shoot at all them niggas, laugh about it pour a four
Chaz Gotti my lil
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
Y'all got the testers, man?
Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock
And you fiendin' on the
get the fuck outta here damn
Yo, why you act like that, yo
Lil Haitian Gotti like that there yeah yeah
Lil Haitian Gotti Like that there yeah, yeah
Bitch ever since a lil' youngin', I been thuggin', I swear
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
you like the first part
In Menace I I Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of Pain
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
white though
Ice so bright shit shine like a light show
This my life yo go get yours bitch
Ball till we fall till the drugs hit the ball pit
Cocaine
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
ten of me
Crash ya embassy
Kick ya front door wide open
Like, "Yo, remember me?"
Gemzstar with the Nemstar, buck seventy
I'm a hundred percent
100 Bands
Stack them bodies up, get my gotti up
100 Bands
Get the rari up Bentley coupes and trucks
Where yo mans
He got shotti up, for that rowdy
Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect
three hundred ones while floating like a
?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest
All I seeing blazes
[Chorus: T.Q.]
Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine
You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind
Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride
Just like
spare parts
yo body delicate and fine like rare art
(Chorus)
Mash the gas got the car racing
Smoking gas like a Jamaican
In my lap got ya heart racing
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
Okie doke...
2 pistols out and I'll let'um blow...
if Pooh & Gotti have 2 tell me so...
I feel like Rakim, I ain't no joke...
solo or either bring YA
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
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