Lyrics:
Pocket monster cruisn' in the [?]
Blood on blood, this side get fucked
The money count, I just keep countin'
[?] and Yo Gotti gon' count it
200 bands
Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two
(Now you're listening)
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Check it, check it, check it,
about it, get in the project when I'm ready
Get it planned by the time when I get this done
I'ma weird ass nigga with a pencil always writing
Something
out there, switchin' in the kitchen
And Dads in the living room
Fussin' and a-bitchin'
I'm out here, kicking the gong for euphoria
Euphoria - when your
I'm down for mine, all the time, on the grind)
Yeah homie, you gotta keep yo hustle on
Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block
The gangstas
shit ain't that deep for real
But certain shit like cheese
Will leave you six
Feet deep if I'm knee deep in bills
Yo I sleep wit' steel cause I merk cats
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn
gen rap pou devorem
Cliowen Prototype nou ta dwe ap bat pou’n pote kolye’m nigga
Difisil pou wè’m
M’kanpe an atis ak fozi yo
Tout track mwen pou album
butts (better ask your sluts)
I'm out for murder like niggas on bond (pullin out yo guts)
I be bootleggin like I was the Don (cross me get fucked)
Virginian
Pull in a neighborhood I don't blend in
Album of the year contender every year
The kitchen's full of work, it's blenders everywhere
Blended
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin'
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
I got
the squad
Knowing that I'm well off
Asking where I like to shop
Went crazy when the album drop
Had to dip out the block
Cause it got too hot
Had to find a new
SI (SI)
When I'm ridin' 'round
All my niggas doin' drive-by's (drive)
Private jet, hop up on a flight
We in Dubai (fire, fire)
Real hood nigga, pour
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
Gotti Go
Get in that car and go vroom, don't give a fuck about no red light
Like what I'm gon do when I'm just tryna get my head right?
If I pull out
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
Don't try to stop me, you know I'm the GOAT
She call me poppy when I make a toast
Feel like John gatti, all black in the rolls
Ducatis and Gottis when I'm
I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!
Oh, girl, you nasty
Yo', I get it on poppin'
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
shoulda been a cop
'til I pulled up in the fully tinted drop
Until I rapped on the ninety-six album of the year
Now she don't think I'm so weird
Now when I
a lady tonight
Yo I'm a good-looking bastard
I'm gonna fuck me a lady tonight
Pardon my French
I starved in the trench
My father's convinced
Crash
artist
The one and only, Téo
He is here in the building
Yo, what's poppin
What's poppin
What's good, man
How you feeling
Feeling good
I'm excited to be up
with my left handed uses
And to prove that the newness never loses but I'm the loser right
Wasting time writing rhymes line by line 'stead of being on my
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