Lyrics:
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
Got on balenciaga drawls this hoe trying to suck the soul out me
cudemars skelly I got the same watch as Yo Gotti
cll these blues falling out my pants
I keep a job
Maybe Yo Gotti cause baby thats law
This kinda comprehension could be kinda hard
For a nigga you could consider a fraud
Ya never catch me
When they see us dip
Mamacita
Hey
The way you
Move them hips
I got to please yah
Cause when I feel
Yo lips
You know
I never felt like this
Nahhhh
Me
to blood, what?
Me and Gotti and some hood shit
Amigos just hit me said he got some good shit
Ha ha
Wassup, haha
Too real niggas
we gettin' it, we gettin'
I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph
So this shit ain't my business, my business
You need a pack and the
Money good, I'ma send it,
hammer, I don't care
Niggas try and front on me and I blame 'em right here
You better watch yo' back, niggas be on that bullshit down here
So I gotta
listening
To Gotti, Ross, & Jezzy
Pull up in the coupe
FAST
Gotta keep it on me never
LACK
All my haters
FALL BACK
Bad bitches & the money
BAG THAT
Damn
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
kick
I rap raunchy
You can't off me by killing me softly
Shit'll get costly
I'll off these dicks
I cause harm with bars I flip
They strongly pick
body (Nah)
Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga
Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti
Buck took me in, in '04
Let me come sleep in his house
Gave me the keys
nigga jumpin out the escalade
Iced out wit a black mink (Blingin lingin)
And to my niggaz wonderin why they can't find me
And why come by when they
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if I ever
that’s just my
Man we have some other business we do
I see him with Nas at
The MTV awards he calls me about
Two weeks later, "Yo Cam
I got to go in i got
COULD BEcT ME,
JOHN CENc,
THEY CcNT SEE ME LIKE STEVIE,
DIE HOE!
SEVEN SHOTS IN YO BEcNIE,
TcNJIRO,
BITCH I REcLLY FIGHT DEMONS!
SPEcK UP!
ScY THcT SHIT
Horsemen spread his corpse across the ground
Priest pick niggas off that talk, with a pound
Come on..
Chorus 2
[Kurupt]
Let me tell em, the headless
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, haha
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me
about they cockin' back, bustin' guns
Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie
Steeze flyin' off the roof
VIP with hundred dollar bills
Flyin' off the roof
So I got behind her, to see if I fit there
Yo go tell Gotti there's a
Five
Yo Gotti
Everybody be chilling with Lil Yachty
Everybody got plans, but they act snotty
See these hoes, but they ain't even that funny
Got a sinus
flop
Writing take to much time straight off the top (Uhhh)
They blame me for his death so I can’t grieve
Mommy still in the hood so I can’t leave
SRT
Bitch its raw, and like a mirror read it backwards
Who competing after?
If yo’ life a book i wouldn’t read yo chapters
They scared of me
I motivate niggas
i taste on it (When I taste)
Dont you blame the liqour, put the blame on me
I might just tat my body with yo face on it
Anything you want, it got yo
a fuck bout what a fuck nigga say (What)
A lotta you niggaz won't say it to face (Bitch)
John Gotti fuck diggin' a grave (Huh)
Off the bridge by the Empire
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