Lyrics:
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
at
Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug
city
Miami, Listennn
[Trick Daddy]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from down the way, you know--around the way
Underground
Hip-Hop, only, nuttin commercial 'bout this
Yo, I'm Moses the Lawgiver
Let's suppose I flow like the river when I deliver
Sssssss - poison snake,
I'm in the kitchen
Whippin and splitting the brick, karate
I like it when I hit and she
Spit on my dick, she sloppy
Now I'm finally reach, the shit
That
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
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.
it's all fact
It's all fact it's non-fiction
Fast forward just a year later
I done drop my first album and
I'm feelin' like I made it
Goin' all around
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
stole the mics in the party
That muthafuckin nigga Young Gotti
Melbeatz x-in, inhale beats, provide and sell beats
I'm the crankiest, pursiest
I told y'all
There was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table choppin up some shit
Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little
bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the slack black
I'm hittin' blackjack in the casino when I mack slap
What you want
Yeah, skrrt
(M-M-M-Murda)
Motorsport (yeah), put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it, hey)
Yo
Five in the morning
80 cash meet the plug with the .40 on me
I turn the paper into birds, call it origami
Fuck a wave, I'm the whole tsunami
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
I don't do no ultimatums, I done grew into my visions
I am God in the flesh, and I'm above yo' intuitions
I go hard by myself, and I don't need no
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