Lyrics:
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
the stars
You’re supposed to be who you are
So do your thing, do your thing, do you-you
Said it’s okay to be you
Do ya thing, do ya-do ya thing
Interlude: Puff Daddy
See, it's 1996 man,
And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
Charge me with battery no Duracell
Why call it a fist fight I'll put you down
You don't want to hear that gun load another round
This thing don't go
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
Traigo Balmain Jeans
Tu sabes que yo me llevo todito por los dos
Tu sabes que siempre ando grinding
Como Tony Hawk
Tu sabes porque siempre tu mina anda
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
to Timb shoes
Jeans to tuxedos
Second motion, son, I be do
down below ya best
Sunnin, runnin outta overpower
freeze the counter, ???? and powder
to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em'
[Chorus 4x's]
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em'
[Chorus 4x's]
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em'
[Chorus 4x's]
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
pardon me, I'm sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me
Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix, I'm loading up three clips
I
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
You know
This just some real nigga shit
A real nigga story, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in the new
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
the wack, who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin' eyebrows
I comin' through to
About to get set
So act like WU
with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya want to make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
Discuss these do ya thing by yo gotti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In