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Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
Will you keep fussin when you know I'm right (yeah)
Keep it low key, girl come spend
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
da L & make ha bounce onnat meat
Ima nigga w bag but Ian a bag ima treat
We outside i got my cameraman out
Everybody comin roun tryna see what it’s
I can't seem to keep my eyes closed
Can't tell the time 'cus my time froze
Stay with my heat 'cus my heart cold
I made it out with my bros
I can't
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
on the cut
We done run through the v
Turned yo girl to a slut
We done do it big shiggy quick Bitches dressing up
Showing out for the freaks
Now her jaw
and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
(Get on yo knees, nigga
Get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
seriously
My brain blunted the lye done it
We makin' hundreds that's all we wanted
To see my ill mean team seein' cream
The Infamous comin' outta Queens
Yo
an underground king
I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told
'Cause I'm down to spend whatever, lately I've been on a roll
And I do it for
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
pack
On the run
Man i do it on track
Spend the cash
And we get it all back
Tell the man
It's a minimal crime
Get the Bag
In a million pack
On the run
Man
the kid
Cus I'm always in the front
Unless I'm behind yo bitch
Hard to tell the truth
Satan saying how it is
One thing to know is that the riches in my crib
just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
I just got these love scars like the clothing on my body and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo
Yeah I'm like Scotty too Hottie
If I buss a nigga his spiritual exit his body
It's Mike Chek TwoThree and Yo Gotti
I know we the ones it's a definite it
You get yo shit whacked in the day and whacked up in the dark
I had to stay up out the way, it was getting bizarre
Let me talk my shit
I got niggas who
bluffin' but I'm not
Say that I be buggin' 'cause I be makin' it hot
Knowin' all I got is my, nuts an' my word
Though I'm never seen, the Dark is always
neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
One week later had 4 and a split
Called up the nigga, told him told
It's Inside of me
I'm clogging me
Releasing all this smoke
If you hanging by a thread
Then I got burns from this rope
Holding tight
We been on a ride
a pistol what he lookin at
Violated foul made it his style, i hate it
Traded shade faded he got annihilated
Call up my peoples out of town
Now we outta
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
get up we got them pancakes
Cus I know a lot of niggas who like money like me
If you need them things gone, you should holla at C
But I'm chilling I'm
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