Lyrics:
to cross they partners out
Pocket watchin' nigga, then go gossip 'bout it
Side with the D.A., take they partners out
Call each other brother like they
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
on the track that's an alley oop
Tearing down institutions for retribution
Decapitate the head of a snake call that a solution
Air it on prime time my state
a lolly
Tease me like Yo Gotti
I need a pink bugatti
Holy moly
Yea
Holy moly
Yea
Holy moly
I’m full of the e right now
Been blowing so much smoke in this
that's a
'Cause originally I had in mind, I was like
Yo, we do like five, six joints
I figured the TV show was gonna come out
Right, right, right
We
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
my last time speakin' on this shit, man
What my boy say?
CM who? CMF, Cocaine Musik Faggots
Neck full of water, water (Water), wrist full of water,
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
King,
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery,
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard,
Dolly call us the shotty ma,
Y'all'll call up
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
to the spot so I can hit her with this midget arm
See I was star born you can call me born star
I be fuckin' hos like a full time porn star
Yeah I got a hood
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause GED wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out
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
wait fi go Portland
Hot gal a town
Cyaa wait fi go Portland
Alright
Yo body ready
Bumpa steady
Full money
Dress Dress
Hot eh hot
Gotti Gotti
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
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
Y'all done ran out of time what you gonna do now
Blogs put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down and switch em out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
the gutter ain't waisting no time
Straight out the lot I was serving them dimes
Tilting that Draco while pouring them lines
Yeah
Ain't waisting no time
identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me
Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just
word, nigga, that's my word (word)
Yo Gotti (word)
I got a car (yeah), that bitch a classic (ayy)
White on red, inside out, that bitch nasty (ugh)
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