Lyrics:
know when I go pull this bitch out
You niggas better run
Run for your fuckin' life
Times when I was down
So I started stayin' up at night
Stayed away
short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho work nigga
We follow your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo
Pride like a thirst
Yo Fab what up nigga
Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu
Lot of shit going on
Let's get ready to go in though
Huh, I said, ice in
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
Ay you know what time it is nigga
Aw yeah it's cookin' time homeboy
Chea, I'm Yo Gotti
I got 36 ounces, fish scale uncut
Newspaper on the floor
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
overtime, full time working
Floating down just to open up early
Never stop serving just to pour the syrup in
Say I'm gassed up, pat my back
Make me burp it
to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya want to make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found
2nd Verse: [Fiend & Lil' Gotti Gambino]
[Fiend]
All my rivals remember me, Fiend
The one that call the shottie
Blastin' the mafi, there them
woo), jumpin' out the court
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them
never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
nun like Dre bouncing out wit dat choppa
You ain’t nun like bammy
Make yo head turn to pasta
You ain’t neva did skits
You are not even rocking
Mike, I kill the mic' so shout out to slick, Killer Mike (Killa)
Me and Plies, chinky eyes, back to back in Hummers so it's ten times
Double wide,
You niggaz just don't get it do you?
Young Roscoe the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83
[Hook]
Put me
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
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