Lyrics:
don't know about stand on business, we don't talk about it Shh
Man shout out Yo Gotti, I'm rippin' this he gave us I'm honored
We came up from nothin',
kill me just know I ain't never ran
I be by myself, all by my lonely
Cus these niggas phony
Hate the fact I'm popping
that's the reason I ain't got no
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
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
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I'm
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
just want stunt on this bitch cus I don’t fuck around
I been hurt I ain’t takin no licks you come in this bitch we tearing it down
I got niggas that’s
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
boozin'
Cus a nigga stuck fucking choosin'
Worse lives than the fucking clueless
Let me show you how we do it
How we makin' up music
Yeah yo shit so
girl and you get blue ticks
Why you hate cus I got new chick
And my new shit
I just do it
I don’t know why
I just do it
If you love me better prove it
Oh
what I want
She a freak just like her mom
She can get it any time any day
Cus baby we got nothing in the way
We can get us poppin have it made
All we
your face
Drive by up in the bottom
I just beat another case
Never been in jail for months? Say lil’ boy
We can’t relate
You know all my niggas bout it
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
And she won't tell you shit
She canceled on you cause on my side it's lit
We got bottles on bottles
to say that new song
by Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it
[Radio DJ]
WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS
What more can we have
Lil shorty workin wit some ass
Big Guap on me
These knots on me I spend it fast
The way she twerkin it for me
Might spend my last
Might take yo bitch
tool on me
We got rounds and rounds
You'll drown and drown if I know where you be
If you're still alive
Bro thank the Light
'Cus my God that's mercy
I
repeatin' for you knee-gaz
We trippin' sippin 'on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need
just the gangsta life we live
It's the A, Team, operation regime
Money and dreams got me hooked with schemes
From the Time Square walk to America's
homo, and you expect to crack a bitch
Game for ya, good to ya
Then it’s still ‘fore you crack a
Bitch and let er spoil
Man I got bitches by the dozen tho
Yo the saga begins beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
in me (just a little) spend some time with me
Spend a little time with me (spend it) don’t you wanna spend time with me (spend it) maybe spend yo
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