Lyrics:
the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared
Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
..and that's just
rehearse, that's my word
Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared
Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC
to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways
That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact,
at hoes
Smokin' this, drinkin' that, hittin' at hoes
Fuck this I'm hittin' that I'm hittin' em both
Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes
When I'm
All these niggas and all these hoes in here, somebody here gon' fuck
Talking that, walking that, spitting at hoes
Smoking this, drinking that
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
Ay you know what time it is nigga
Aw yeah it's cookin' time homeboy
Chea, I'm Yo Gotti
I got 36 ounces, fish scale uncut
Newspaper on the floor
A lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator
More bodies than John Gotti, the Lethal Weapon is slaying
Just open any book, that's ammo
the party
I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm John Gotti
I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry
Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop
my fours it's not hope I sell
Spoken mail man this grind aint nothing but a task
And marvel at the fact that I had it mastered fast
Cash and grab we
Yo, the saga begins, begin 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
know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
Vegetarian to the beef, bitch
Yo Gotti I do street shit
talk lil boy so go and get that Shotty
Got bitches on this dick yeah ride it Leah Gotti
It's a hot girl summer bitch move that body-ody
Got these niggas
picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease
What I rap like
Jay Z Nas Nigga I'm that nice
Uh and I'm on the frontline
I'm feeling like a warrior Right now
Gotti told me this was more than rap
He
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
on yo ho mane
I hate lame niggas, so this a hate crime
Rich nigga shit I'm throwin' up them bank signs
Gotta Glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought
Fuck that bitch that go by, ain't gone say her name she know why
That ass sum like a injured thumb, I love the way it poke out
She know she just my
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
That little bitch sucked the soul out me
I'm out here trapping Yo Gotti
Nobody
Nobody
Niggaz can't fuck with me
to question my ghetto?
Ya'll need to stop that
I'm tryin to see how the
Kettle call it hot black
I call my flow next level cus this is not rap
Ya'll pop shit I
Damn this shit stupid damn this stupid this that 06 Gucci what it do bleezy
Damn this shit stupid
Mike Gotti this shit stupid
Baby Momma foolish she
All i want is the backends, so im stackin' that cake up
Guess im just like Yo Gotti, 'cuz im just tryna rake up
Countin' cash till the sunset,
You know I Gotti (Gotti), with the Mulignane (Mulignane)
I'm on yo' body (Body), don't tell nobody (Body)
Bitch, don't be cocky (Cocky), I'm on yo
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