Lyrics:
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
50
I think yo' bitch wanna kiss me
I let her top me, no kissing
I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
Throw a hunnit' racks it hit
(North Face)
Used to sell dope in the hood by the north gate (north gate)
Diamonds in my mouth but I'm still using Colgate (wait, wait)
I ain't never
always want that dough
All these dope boys hitting me up they always want that dough
Always want that smoke
It take fourteen for the HP
Then it's
Metallica shit
Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy
Yo, ay yo
Wallows is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill
Black Gotti dice I'm often the grill
Party
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
bank fuck nigga don't get this shit confuse
I'ma dope boy keep me a bad bitch
When it come to the money I'ma savage
Gold on my neck an my wrist I'ma
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
bout nothin (nothin)
Versace, Versace
I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi (Chameleon rewind that shit and drop it again)
My plug, he John Gotti
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
Ain't nobody cook'n though
A section full of them bitches
That Yo Gotti Look'n foe
Yeah that's them 5 stars
The get money drive cars
They got them bang'n
on the track and I bet it's dope
Feel it in yo veins, don't believe me cause I said it's dope
Give a nigga goosebumps, like his reverence spoke
This egg whites
the bitch wanna hear that Yo Gotti
Dope boy shit all in her speakers
And I want a brand new Bugatti ('gatti)
So I can pull up on Madonna (skkrrr)
And I
your motherfucking blunt in the air
-(Verse 2)-
Puff puff pass limen’l laa
Dope boy ap blaze nan base limena
Tout moun ki laa pèdi kontwol tèt yo
Big
us
What the fuck is you talking 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami
I'm a Beretta, a go-getter
Mo' wetter Loretta, dope-getter
So better for weather, no never so clever
Go whether or not the teapot
Or the beef might
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
home
You ain't never hustle, boy, you ain't on
I got ties in the streets with dope boys
They don't never play how they dough, boy
Tell me, this the life
the bird, double R, that's some cold shit
All I rock is white, them on my old shit
All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick
DJ drop that Gotti, this that dope
nigga (That's facts)
Roll dope, get clean, got knots in the jeans, like fuck you mean nigga (Facts, facts)
I'm iced out (Iced out)
The price up (Price up)
dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
an actually fact
Because the street is where my heart is at
Yo, I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
If
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
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