Lyrics:
ya boy Project Pat tah
Nigga get yo head chump beans in a trap ah
Hustlin' with the best rock none stop
Drumma beat 'happenin fo' no reason
These guns
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
of wild life tattoos on me
Who they think when they hear me country rap
Boy? Who they think when they see
That 90's model Tonka Toy?
Who they call when
your voice I was kinda bored
You know I always be the Dope House spinal cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapes
And also how
-Big Mike how you livin
Big Mike
I've been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin crack like cards, to these burnt out dope
, Bad Boy, what you gonna do
What you gonna do when they come for you
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You'll see, haha, you'll see
Yo, hard as it is
Scott, see me in the field ock
Out of all from L-Mott, I’m the one that’s still hot
Beat the beat like Cochran with a case
2-3 combination, boy your beats
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
Boy, you best forget it (Just forget it)
To my parents I'm indebted (I am)
In this game my name embedded
I'm the voice of South Brooklyn (Whoa, whoa,
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
been looking for Yo Gotti, I'm in the bank nigga
Nigga dozing off on them pills and drank nigga
Count up 5 million cash, make you faint nigga
I just
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
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,
that music up high
We riding by
It's such a vibe
You gone catch this vibe
Hello
Yo
This is real talk
Been doing real living
A bump cancer
You can get
high
And I keep that stainless thang in my lap
Gotta rob, steal and kill
Gotta get by
Gotta roll, smoke dope
Gotta maintain
Get to the West Coast
DASSA DASSA
Too dope baby don't odee
Too dope baby don't odee
Dats a fact doe
Hoppin in the latest
Don't pour by the cup
Only Cases
Assistant for
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
Jumped ahead like June something
Still I'm wheeling that Maybach
Tom Ford with my braids back
Tom Ford and my shades black
Dope boy with a cape
get in y'all body
I even claimed the life of mobster John Gotti
Have you had a checkup? If no is your answer
Then let me introduce myself, my name is
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
there
I got my hand up her skit
She didn't have on underwear
Pretty pennies I'm pinching
The Tonka over there
My boy dem over there
That dope all over
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