Lyrics:
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass
the nerve to question me in front of my sister
I'm too small for to fight but I'll scuff with a nigga
Steady speakin' on my name, don't take yo' life from
skip ze in me DM ow
Geen Yo Gotti geen DM no
Praat niet stoer net als een gangster
Op GTA kill ik cops ik ben een gangster
Ja ik ben altijd met me crew
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
Pac passed away
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all let's get rid
Of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get yo tall ass out that
feel me?
(Nah)
Do you feel me?
When i sip dat flrrr that's the real me
These hoes be cappin they kill me
Did this shit all by myself
Ain't have no odd
or against me
By all the fucking odds
Lil nigga we gone get it
Tryna flex 100K
But that nigga in a rental
Tryna play that backdoor
And get yo bitch put in
life
They rather live clouded by spite
Afraid to be wrong
So confident that they right
The difference between you and me
Is that we don't have to agree
So the more that you step to me
The more I will praise God
Yo praise don't make no sense to the devil
Yo praise don't make no sense to the devil
Yo
Gotti
From Orange Blossom to Ridge Crest, it's a gangsta party
In Douglas, they show me love, it's all good
Circle around, cause I gets down with
back in there where I learned to swim
Try to keep my head above it the best I can, that's why
Here I am,
Just waiting for this storm to pass me by
and don't kill me"
Nigga don't want to fuck, yo' filthy ass
Just give me the cash and we good
All I wanna do is rob you on my way to the hood
All my niggaz
under the gazebo
This is how we used to
Smoke rocks and the trees, yo
I got pulled over, driving by Fillipino
I kill the Po-Po, while I swallow the Kilo
a whole bitch, by the vultures
Rusty ass germs niggas already know this
Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
Prada'd up, Gucci'd up,
kill you
It's not my fault I was born into this fucked up world
Not sure how to fix this
Baby maybe I can ease your pain just a little bit
Yo I got
of me say her name Nicki
But she only answer when I say Barbie
We drunk off the remy
Getting high in the rarri
Met her on the mill by the safaree
Lead
to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me
Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes
Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time
When God is
shit don't get to me
My bitch don't care about no other name, she just want no tiffany
If looks can kill we'd be all dead, speed boat trips I'm sick
By next week you'll
All have forgotten me
Two minute revolutions
Make yourselves feel great
I'll fucking kill myself
Before I say sorry
You'll
time to kill
Ruff ruff ruff
Get Ill
Ruff ruff ruff
Get Ill
Ruff ruff ruff
Get Ill
Ruff ruff ruff
Get Ill
Yo bring it back cuz I got something to say
I'm
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind
Kane:
The ghetto's tryin to kill me
That's why I stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
Bullets
I'll be hectic and comin' for that head piece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas want the ruckus? Yo bust it at me son, now bust it
Yo Gotti in the stu with me
This shit lowkey sound like that shef g shit
That tip toe shit
Hell no
We go pop fa pop
I'm fucking thot after thot
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