Lyrics:
back in the game
You a scrub, so return to from whence you came
I'm the crown, don't surround with a bunch of lames
Pardon my cologne
I think I'm in
like i'm roddy
Most of yall wanna be gangstas john gotti
Most of yall rats and that is no lie
I be tryna pass the lil game to my guy
I tellem to dream
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin, what you
Started from the bottom we was trynna get our bands up
You ain't do shit for ya patna pick yo mans up
We was on our grind they could never understand
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if I ever
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
up and I'm blessed
Wake up and I'm blessed
If you don't feel the same you got the game wrong homie
Holy Ghost when they approach I got that flame
a grave
I feel like gotti in my audi when i cruise the lanes
And i start to think on what i been through just to move in the game
How many liqs i had to hit
you
Cold at night
I just lie by myself
I can see who really fuck with me
Leave if you've been tryna fuck me over
I ain't worried bout your closure
Yeah
these hoes onto my label like Yo Gotti
I'm tryna fuck Megan thee Stallion, I got hella hoes they Hotties
If he say he want it I bought it, if she say she
I'm twisting up bro, pass me the Vega
Davie Napalm, the rap game Alpha Omega
Working for mine, don't need no handouts or no favors
Promise me
pie no lie yo
Goin hard hard is we goin' off
The realest we drop the illest meanwhile is they goin soft
I can tell by the look in they eyes
See the hate
the L the G are A P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)
Rougher than Gotti in tone
Got a body harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her
them foes
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin,
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for
in a dark position
Death alley limo tinted
My niggas is cold as Christmas
Split yo water leave no witness
I use to sell chicken
I use to sell the dope
and still can't Even play yo part in that
I'm Ice cold, ice box where my Heart was at
Now I'm havin heart attacks
Thinkin bout where I started at
Kinda
life and a better roof
You don’t understand prolly cause yo life been bulletproof
Feelin like I’m gotti I might go n cop a rarri
All black in Versace
When they see us dip
Mamacita
Hey
The way you
Move them hips
I got to please yah
Cause when I feel
Yo lips
You know
I never felt like this
Nahhhh
Me
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