Lyrics:
ricotta, we need it for the manicotti
Keep singing like a fucking bird, you gon' end up like Gotti
Time to pay the Piper like Rowdy, sativa scented so loudy
and eat the peas
Pay attention eating mean plates
Shit’ll split ya from the South pole to the East bay
Shut your mouth hoe, save the mean face
For ya outro
and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin
To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
[Chorus]
look back that's way too dear
I went straight into production wearing a full body suit like Breaking Bad
Trimming for 2 whole weeks and I ate nothing
fight we stronger than the ganja spliff
2nd Verse
We a do this by we self yo nah fi sponsor we
Neva beg them fi no help me dawg me neva ask for it
like
"Gotti" (Yo)
"I'm throwing a party, come and parlay
Finna shoot you the addy; ain't too far from where you stay
Bad bitches and alcohol, what more I
or get left fast far behind cause we highside
Chorus
[Outro]
3X Krazy (3X Krazy), 3X Krazy (3X Krazy)
Realize, ya better recognize
Three times for ya
Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind
Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind
Waiting
the fuck
Is that over there? That don't look
Like Gotti car? That is that nigga shit
These niggas tryna ride on us
Nigga fuck that hey everybody
Take your
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
Threw Hard Times
To The Haters Heres A Comment
Get Off My Hard Drive
[Hook:]
Beyonce Put Me On Yo Top 8
Ciara Put Me On Yo Top 8
Keyshia Cole Put Me
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
yes sir, she was trill
Plus she had a pocket full of colorful pills
Puttin' heat through yo whole crew flannel
Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food
haughty all for a Bugatti, trigger was pulled listening to Yo Gotti
Play a Playboy, there is no Carti
Sipping on Cardi, but I miss the B
Hot as hell please
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
of dreads
Mouth full of golds
Watch out for chicos and them zoes
That's dem Miami boyz
Always lookin for a lick
Be careful we don't end up in yo shit
That's
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda like Gotti
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
Stay strapped!
Ya know how that south
And that west is
That east side a jungle, too
You could come 50 deep
If you ain't right?
They gon' run yo
Lemme tell how the really real Brooklyn gets down
In the 70's and 80's there were lots o' dead bodies
BK was full o' gangsters like gambino and gotti
You
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