Lyrics:
If you looking for me then you know just where I'm at
Im posted in the hood yeah I got it on my back
Every time I took a loss I just bounced right
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.
Lined up
Bet yo bitch know about me
Yea, bet yo bitch know about me
Yea, bet yo
Ya Jack Jvck, Hol' up
Bet yo bitch know about me
Hood know about me
Streets
sentence
(It was ten years)
But I really did it (Fuck)
I was on a mission
In my hood we used to go on low missions
(That's referred to as a gangbang)
Clapped
me,
I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy
Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed
Cause
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
of terror, the era of the Evil Side
Lay fools out in rhymes like drive-by's
Come, come, test this, let's just
See yo' face taste ??? then just this
No
girl
I know I can have any
One of you if I choose I i choose you I
Choose I say ay you get in my car
Get in my car you know you wanna ride
That yo girl
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo
What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only
bump bump this in your hood ballers
Bump this in your hood
You know this music good good
No look skyhook boy got shook by Westbrook
Court side seat
folk will hit him in his mouth
Back in the day they said I wouldn't be shit,
Tell them fuck niggas nigga look at me now
Mammi on my dick they worse than
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
[Chorus x2]
I was born a bastard, my pops was
penitentiary
But back to the ghetto you see just about it all
Rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
The shit it never stop because the nigga killed a cop
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
One of them type of ballers on the same level as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood
I'm a hood nigga
Where the streets ain't nothing good to ya
Tryna make a way
Live another day
Fucked up by a stray
Pray for better
I'm a hood nigga
can
Fam First General Gotti First in Command
Look I’m in Iraq playing music on audiomack Thinking bout wen I get back
Ima fuck up dem racks Find da
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.
Lined up
sponsorships wrappin' our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped,
you keep it real where you from
Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my
I be in your city, in your hood, in your trap
I'm nationwide and bona fide I'm all over the map
No matter where I go, no matter where I'm at,
cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor (brrt)
Shop by myself and I never got robbed
If she a baddie, I'm goin' in raw
Fuckin' these
loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce
Now crawl yo' head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just
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