Lyrics:
that's nearly undefeated actually
Crowd starts to boo
If I involved ya two faggot ass
Sons it's gonna be casualties
It'll be a Low, Down
Dirty Shame how
Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn
sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that
the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy
Hey yo I come through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin'
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
over from New Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Stack it up
I tell that little hoe back it up
I get the money then stack it up
Feel like Yo Gotti I rack it up
Hoes change like the season
Niggas
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you drop that ass off in a land fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some
my man layin dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, hold ya head and stay
when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
the nozzle on that
K you should start prayin!
That's how we on it!
I don't wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I
love these hoes
I'm above and beyond everything that your seein
And I'm the only real nigga left rappin this freakin
If I could be one of the seasons,
'm above and beyond everything that your seein'
And I'm the only real nigga left rappin this freakin'
If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me
he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us (One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?
Yo, yo
Now let's look
'll tack that ass like A's attack DC
Believe me 'cause although now I'm just a young stolder
I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique
With
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
the same hoes
Me and Yo Gotti fuck the same hoes
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Kevin Hart fuckin' the same hoes
I'm 'bout to shoot a movie usin'
your top
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right,
him
(What's yo' name?) Big Snoop
I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop
I'm tryin' to get a chicken
I got that big loot
Let me slide to the hoop,
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