Lyrics:
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
I can't dap you without hand san'
I don't know where your dirty ass hands been
I wake up to like a hundred texts
Championship team, but we can't
y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
(I ain't
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
young and my old body (yah)
You don't know yet, don't know Bobby (know Bobby)
I got the juice like the film and Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
I changed it
ain't around, I still rep my town
Memphis ten, till the end
Straight out the north, you know where you been
I'm from the same hood as Juicy J and Yo
Street life where the struggle won't let you be
Street life where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo, yo, yo
You on my dick
My life is like a James Bond
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
of chronic
Nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50, 000 on yo watch, young nigga
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
ass on a time sheet
Saw my nigga Rob wadddup nigga yo that reminds me
You see dem niggaz over there yea we had a lil stare where
On the dance floor you
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
(talking, Gotti I always hear you talking
About this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit)
Well let me tell ya you know I'm saying
You know
Where my real niggas at
There's a lot of real niggas out there
There's a lot of real niggas everywhere
That's why you don't fuck with just anybody
know it's prey out there
Might be a food fight
I bury you cock-a-roaches till the tomb tight
God bless the dead, gesundheit
You won't catch me with yo
the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna buss
y'all better run punk
Fuck where you got your style from I be the one
Rippin the track and I'm murderin
I'm in the middle
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
[Chorus:
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
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I left home just a week before
And I've never ever been a Jedi
just by raising his hand
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I left home just a week before
And I've never ever been a Jedi before
But
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
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