Lyrics:
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't 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
Dese features ain't free dis Some you need like you gotta pay ya rent
Ian gotta talk about all the shit did the street a tell you dat nigga a shoot you
dawg mi naahve nuh time fi debate
cnd mi nuh have nuh time fi di baits
Caring bout weh odda people think mi cyaa relate
[OUTRO]
Just a freestyle yo
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
gon break
Soon boutta be on top yea ima overtake
Havin all these dreams but now im awake
Eatin 5 star meals nigga Lean with the steak
I aint the WWE But
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
What I gotta do is let y'all
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
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
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
Yeah, alright, Kadalack Boyz
East side, west side, south side
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in
Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East coast props
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker
Fascinated by my moves, but you don’t connect the dots
Yo I bet they feel a ways when I say I’m on
Take away to a place when I write these songs
I know many in
here
The sun shitter, hoarse all-star spitter
More ? and asteroid transfixer
Upchucks the medicine, chest of anguish
In a fantasy, holy
Come fuck wit me yo mind gone be on the Flo
Bitch I'm all about a dolla my mind just be on the doe
I'm just tryna figure out what you mindin' my business
A hoe gonna hoe if she wanted too
I've been taking off lately no rocket fuel
Bet she want me because all my pockets full
And my ego's becoming
me nostalgic
If I wasn't rapping I could've been a stylist
He try keeping up but he caught in a loop
I pull up all black it's just me and Daewoo
I got
the the player the player haters
[Chorus 2]
All you male hoes disrespecting grind, my rhymes (Pellegrino)
Get yours and stop playa-hating dogg that's how I
a nigga
Straight drag a nigga, that's yo ass nigga
What they know about me
All black mask and a all black tee
All black bitch in the all black V
Out in
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