Lyrics:
brightening your high beams
Frightening life like some lye in your Visine
Psyche swiped clean, high as the hygiene
Let me get it
Pussy, weed, a licker yo
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
I'm a take and break the mic
Yes that grip dun got me goin
Yung's steady flowin
And I'm steady what blowin
Gots to pass it that Po-yo
Cause that boy
I'm a take and break the mic
Yes that grip dun got me goin
Yung's steady flowin
And I'm steady what blowin
Gots to pass it that Po-yo
Cause that boy
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
in the blender
Then hit the hood with respect made the block surrender
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
Dope boy music
When I open up shop, watch
Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya
your life
You need to hide in the cup
What's up
Come on holla at your boy, real quick
I swallow hard times,
And make it come out when I piss
Nigga pop
cocky
Rude as fuck too gotti and bossy
Who can top me nobody
Pull up in a bugatti
Sittin fat, sniffin molly, splittin wraps
Straight up ballin front
some lung
Don't know how its goin, Yungstars still flowin
Flippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
He's steady
thang
If you wanna do it then step
Your ass to the ring and bring on your boys
I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one
Hands flyin like bullets from a gun
I'm
[Intro (Yukmouth)]
Where my dboys at n***a?
It's yo boy Yuk in the building man
look
[Verse 1 (Yukmouth)]
Rap game lame but the dope game booming
healing when they hit your cerebellum
So who you telling we had a certain section
How to move dope in a suburban setting
101 this a dope boy lesson
Or what
(Don't know)
It's all a game
Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced
Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Gangsta shit
USA, right?
Germany-bound
For all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Dogg Pound Gangstas front-liner
Kurupt Young Gotti
For
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
been what you do how you go bout it
I'm gettin fly baby come be my co-pilot
Be with 5 stars baby I feel like yo gotti
Dig in yo soul baby I want yo new
Dope boy got a dope wrist have you seen my bitch
Give her dope dick coke boy nah not French
Throwing dimes like Montana when they try and blitz
Crack
the dawg, y’all know how we do it)
Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen man this ya boy let’s check in real quick (what’s hatnen Zoe Gotti)
You get it by any means hanh
get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime (hmm)
My time as shorty was full of car chases (woo)
While runnin' with John Gotti's
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