Lyrics:
and lean ya
My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia
Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outlaw, that
on the dick
Like when I come through with spinners on the six
And got bitches bouncin' like Ronnie in Tricks
But some whores in this game really don't make
the boss, you go to bed quick
Know my situation boy, don't diss the Syndicate
cause when we chose to move, you're gone
and no remains they'll find..
My
And this I swear, here in Hell, we don't play fair
Cross the line and my nine'll be bringin' you here, motherfuckers
Check it out y'all
Check it out,
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express it,
of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll stomp one of you little
up
My music does the talking i don’t really gotta say much
I feel like i’m gotti call me johnny when the plane touch
I’m way up
Even popped an addy
represent"
Then I say, "Let me see you pay my rent"
Yo I gotta get those dead presidents
Cause rappers in the game ain't makin no sense
You couldn't bust
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
call me
Girl I been thru shit that I can't talk about
So I don't really wanna hear no sorries
You wanna be up inna trenches
With yo bitches
Let show me
don't want to don't
Mean I don't got it
I turned myself into a boss I feel like Gotti
But I won't go out like Gotti
And I won't go out like shawty
I know
teenagers, young gun slangers
There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger
We don't go to church and can't pray in school
Listen real close to what
Ima have her stay right by me yeah
Don't play no games about it aint no maybes no probably
Said if you hit me I'm sliding and if you shopping I'm buying
nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom-made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin'
when you smell that
Za funky like a piss cat
Don't hogg it bitch give my shit back
It's yo weed if you bought it
Real players keep ballin
In the game
ties, I don't need no allies
CMG the mafia and we do not franchise
We are not into saving you hoes, go get baptized
We don't do the back and forth, you
the opposite
Then how am I independent and
The game's still profitin'?
It's not supposed to happen, they cappin'
I'm a goddamn savage when rappin'
Gas mask yo
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
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
flavors, I can taste the rainbow
(Yea)
(But for real, don't send me no 2 minute long message bitchin)
Who the fuck you talkin to?
Don't make me double
pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real
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