Lyrics:
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
up in the game, look at you know
Yo It's Manslaughter, caught up in the game, look at you know
Yo It's Manslaughter, caught up in the game, look at you
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
need a pound
Its gon be a cold I could see it now
Yo Gotti
Blog put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down now switch 'em out
I got opps I don't know about
Flock Gotti on the track
Rah
Flock Gotti and bandzo
Yeah you know the handle
Pushing out different rentals
Yeah you know how the game go
Hop out
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
[D-Gotti]
Throw yo, hands in the air
Wave em side to side, like you just don't care
[Big Moe]
I wanna know, if
Y'all sip, purple potion
[D-Gotti]
Where they
bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
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
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game I'm rollin' up
De-zamn it feels good to be
Aye yo' name must be Ray Allen or somethin'
You got game nigga
Fuck yo' game I got wrist game
I just bought a Bentley wit' my wrist game
Earn my
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',
and fight her all nite bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm the same nigga off tha chain
love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game I'm rollin' up
De-zamn it feels good to be
on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug!
to stop carrying a wallet
Coaching the game like my name Greg Popovich
I live by the code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
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