Lyrics:
times, puff puff pass
Big Snoop, big Daz young Gotti, get it Gotti
Somebody in here smellin like hot karate
And that’s the way you comin up in this
No
Oh my god, Truuu you get on my nerves
Wait hold up, what the fuck is this Hyperpop,
But you know Truuu gon' turn this to a hyperbop
Yo bitch goin'
Yea
Irv Gotti
Yea
Murder Inc.
Uh, Yea, Uh
Run'em down nigga
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo,
lonely
Phone ran out of gas i caught you movin Phony
She just wanna fuck a lil yougin like me
I got yo bitch in yo city throwin threes
Masked up ski's
at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at
[Fabolous]
Yo, you must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
Fabolous make
I get too fucked up by the night end
She want some molly, want some liquor, want some percocets
But I'm just living life, getting fucked up, that's
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
lifestyle, stunt hard, gun large
Pickin' em up not givin' a fuck about a gun charge
Zippin' em up in a body bag, fuck niggas mad
Welcome to our house, dead
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
is it at, I'm up like a wall, I'm sharp as a tack, bro riding round with the chop in the back, feel like yo gotti I got me a sack/
Everything real I
one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
to many people out here done fucked it up
Screamin' what is love?
What's love when you surrounded by all hate
And what's real when you surrounded by all
to many people out here done f*cked it up
Screamin' what is love?
What's love when you surrounded by all hate
And what's real when you surrounded by all
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
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, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
risin up
They want beef hoe line em up
They want beef Shid I'm ridin up
Me and Gotti high as fuck
Eyes red like dat Bible touch
We just tryna ride for us
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
and leave you in a cell stuffed
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
And leave you in a cell
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