Lyrics:
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)
and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
you keep it real where you from
Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Never fall on me
Deceit, deceit, deceit
*Record Scratch out*
"Getting dusty in the cellar"
[Verse 1 - Aesop Rock]
Yo
I was thinking about my sick
or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we
sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
what the Glock is cookin'?
Rip yo candy ass with a desert recipe book
From Watts to Brooklyn
Then your watch get tooken
While four racist cops is lookin'
nigga we getting chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, fronting in eclipses
Yo, Mase and The Lox
We taking knots from the out of state spots
Any nigga make
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
twice
Hey Mr. Postman
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far,
drippin in Dior
Ma i came a long a way from kickin in them doors
Skrillaville baby so you know im money hungry
Aint fuckin with me daily so i do it by my
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
what?"
But his man is like, "Psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
I can bring it from up
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
what?"
But his man is like, "Psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
I can bring it from up
jean
Fresh black .45 tool by the spleen
Yeah, who want to Abdul like Kareem?
I'm in the game of death, I'll cave your chest
Yo Scratch got the beat
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
administrative lockin'
Marble face poetry poverty hard
Perform like the ?
We went from allies to enemies
Stingin' like centipedes
Sit around and watch death
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