Lyrics:
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
All I want to feel
Is some motherfuckin' rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that I spit
Never ever
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
Single, I'm single (It's Yo Gotti) Go go go go go
It's gonna rock up in the building (Go, go)
Single single single, single, single (I know)
I'm
You so crazy (wha-what?)
You so crazy (so be it)
Back up in the heezy baby
See some of y'all bitches think
It's all a game california don't stop
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)
Antes de la pandemia
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
everything I'm Yo Gotti
So many choices I'm Bristol's E-40
(Damn) New edition G like the Power Rangers movie
cnd I'm getting' many P's you can call me Puff
hey
Yo Dude listen, when I stepping in this mother sucking cold ass game
Cold ass game bro
U know I'm the man ya punk are just lame I destroyed all your
too old for the dumb shh-
Cold for the numb shh- hand on the gun grip
The top down with the blunt lit
Flying, thinking of hundreds
I'm in the juice game
you was garbage
Word to Yo Gotti, cuz bitch I be raking
You aint getting money, you too busy hating
Instagram I be doing my thang
Had lobster for lunch,
Yo, my homie Cash, well he gone for five
Send my prayers, do your thing
I'll be going for mine
'Cause, we live life to the fullest
300 and 65 nights
clothes she all on my body
Sucking my dick everyday like a hobby
Love riding me like a Maserati
Tell her rake it up like my name yo gotti
Stealing from
want this and that I be like stop it shoulder strug ion got it
Hit my phone like yo but they ain't gotti
I just told a hoe to pay me if she wanna top me
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
can't catch up
I'm blessed by the lord, Trinity keybord
Peace to Filero representng Freeport
I'ma rock the casper, cold as Alaska
I'm sipping on a twoza
Going dumb like a scrapper with the big wheels
And yo bitch with me booted off six rails
Don't hate the player man you know this shit a cold game
Best
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
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