Lyrics:
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
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
Whole lotta body
She a 5 star
Talkin Yo Gotti
Baseball swing
Hit it out the park tho
Say I stroke good
And I got mad flow
Man I'm so gone
Blowin on good
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
the sand
Hold up one more
Rocking tommy cos you know we is the riches
Surrounded by thirty-five bad bitches
Your girl chillin' in my kitchen
Washing all
Causin examinin, paralyze
Although they choose to itemize lives
[Chorus x2]
[Freestyle of Arsonists]
Continue infiltration by
to move this key
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot
Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
convict like Gotti
Back again ta spin that looney kid rocks the party
So all aboard my train or git soaked like sponges
by the rowdy, rough riff-raff up out
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Only gone, Dillinger, Young Gotti
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Cha-pow! Layin all these wack niggaz down
the thieves out the treasures
I can kick a freestyle
And recollect the segment
Like a movie, and I still sound groovy
Yo! (Men down)
We are not fucking around
the Billboard I'm still in there
I put diamonds all in yo face so you know
Lil'Flip dont really care I play truth
or dare with yellow bones talk on prime co
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:
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
why y'all know how that go
I was raised Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'ma state representative, been chose by election
Some said I
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
on Sunday, get killed by Monday
Turn that shit down, this the F in yo' city
Catch me a Benji, get popped like a tittie
Slow down when you drank, you might
as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
of the Wu and learned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily,
Yo Jeffery hype, dawdie
You nah know ah we response fi dis (oh)
And we haffi dead before some bwoy get pay again
Yo, di gyal dem seh mi sweet
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