Lyrics:
ain't gonna do shit
Chorus 1
How many bodies you got
Whoa
mine yo business
How many shooter you got
Whoa
Mine yo business
How many b*tches u fucking
pockets so sublime
Ops better duck, ain't shit to cross the gun line
These niggas steady hated talkin' like they want mine
Yo lady see me give applause, I'm
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same motherfuckers who supposed to be killin me
Peelin me, and ya niggaz ain't feelin me
Bad news,
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
last supper
If we ain’t struggle together I can’t call you my brudda
No we ain’t blood but yo mama like my other mother
Fam First ain’t no switchin up we
know where I sleep
Put a pillow by the combo
Band arms like I'm Mutombo
Ears to the street like Dumbo
High school on El Segundo
So you ain't gotta
Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on Molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti
aint what we on
King of my city like Leon
Driving the boat like Elon
I be smoking on gas on freon
Like I got Yo Gotti with me
CMG and OMG
I knew that
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
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
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
You just wanna stunt, but baby I ain't like you.
When that money talking ain't no telling what you might do.
Benjie's hit the tables would you let
Distant, Gotti on some flip shit
Resco his cool piece, too grimy now ya death row
to test smokes, hazardous the most
Slow you up like dust
Coke white you
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
(CityBoy)
(yeah, yeah) i feel like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti
I’m feeling on her body
She feel it in her soul
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
Thats how I'm coming
Dressed in designer
Im feeling like Gotti
Yea im ballin
Ballin like Jordan
Maybe im harden
Im very important
Fifty thousand dollars
yo, niggaz don't, know me, yo
'Cause they ain't out that mob that's out to get niggaz
Rip niggaz, split niggaz when you hit niggaz
Long as there's
perverse
Ain't overstandin us nigga
My life ain't rehearsed
Ain't no rewind button like DVD
They never show the real neighborhood on TV
(TV)
Ours ain't
light skin like a barbie
VIP party
Broke hardly
I ain't tryna be the greatest I'm tryna be the realest, "yo gotti"
They told me not to do it, but I
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