Lyrics:
yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors
looking at the boats
It feel good they had a game by the throat
And give them boys a rope
And tell 'em breathe deep while they choke
The Wall Street
Money shit all it take
These bitches a Lawless Gang
Ayee
Hol up
How I end up in this dope again
Woke up by myself
Shit im high myself
but my souls immense
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
Awh Awh Awh
Skat pack
Nigga pulled up smokin dope
You can't match that
See in yo eyes when you lie
I gotta bag back
Gotta keep my chop by my side
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
a limousine (Let's get it)
Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Get this money)
Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Drogas)
Always stayin'
me brain
Til ain't no knowledge
Swap the brown for the chriss
Ain't have no guidance
Now I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
[C Murder]
Wha?
Ghetto boy
Just a lil' Ghetto Boy
Chorus
A lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil'
Just a lil' ghetto boy [Repeat: x4]
Bitch I know I'm shit
Bet yo hoe want the dick
On the stage with some hoes
By the pole and it's lit brought my pole in this bitch
You can get smoked in
it's deep, I look around and hell no
This is ain't Cleveland, it don't be freezing but boys
around here with snow
And they finding my hoe, and they think
Were you watchin your calories?
You with the boys in the can?
Yo yo wife is a skeleton
And you a dead boy man
Did she burn out her batteries
With her
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
[Chorus x2]
I was born a bastard, my pops was
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go
Yeah
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
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
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
how the fuck he got those
Stop claiming that bitch boy you going out sad cause nigga she not yours
Mane don't be pullin up to the trap tryna get yo
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy
Violent Crimes of the ICP
Yo J take it away homeboy lyricaly
The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident
I got more boys than the mothafucking
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
the DM like Yo Gotti
Fuck her tonight and make you want to kill her
I just found out that this bitch is a nympho
I broke her off, she said she can't
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