Lyrics:
Kane (nope)
If you see me in the street, it's cool, no fame (tell 'em)
I ain't doing all the spittin' for jokes, I want games (tell 'em)
You don't
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
M-O-E
Chop Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we ain't no hoe
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in
listenin'
See 50 comin' for me, oh my God ma, my position
No one'll pay attention to me
Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me
gone I can feel the nights
Yo wassup
Get it brighter make it hotter me shine
RKO
No one ever there to take me on my mind
Play video games
Cause I'm all
Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
I'mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you mean this is really mean
Gotti after life
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don't wanna see you
tacky
Only smoking blunts I don't do baccy (yeah)
Saw the opp boy on the high street we turn him red like Trippy
Who dat knocking on my door? Can't be no
rehearse, that's my word
Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared
Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC
Let me show you how a player play
Keep it smooth the real player way
You ain't a player if you don't know the play
Play the game by the rules, this
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play
Mellowing up the shy day play by me
I'm something ya'll never you wanna grow up to be
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, D-P-G
Sincerely to you paragraph by me
Young Gotti
track, bitch)
Photogenic chain, man, photo grabbin' memory
I can fuck yo' thang but I don't fuck hoes in industry (no)
Gucci Mane LaFlare, So Icy, you
Rolex for the time, the class is "S"
Wear the ice on the bra of my chest
When the money ain't right I go far to the left
Niggas want to play games then
missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin round wit real killas
Hush gang he ain't frontin no fuck
don't care how you living
Ain't gon die behind no pussy, I don't care for these bitches
'Bout my respect I bet I put one in yo head I ain't kiddin'
I bet
to me
If you know ya pussy stink
Blew Couple pounds
Only took a week
All Blacc magazine
Long Like a limousine
1200
We don't play no games
Shoot Max Payne
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
me to attack
I'm a beast, better give me the deuces
I have no tolerance for nonsense, get away from me
Me wanna get dollars
Don't wanna holler but
Yo, yuh yo yo
ABR
Aye aye, yeah
Hah, HL DaMaverick, ungh
And YP
Ride with us, come on
You don't really wanna play, no way
We don't really come
niggas on my nuts
People be lovin' me because I drop cuts
That makes sense, it make big money
See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funny
But I
was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drill dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around real killers
Hush
shouts, I'mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you mean this is really mean
Gotti after life
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don't
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