Lyrics:
mouth can turn into someone's sentence
That turn into somethin' later, that turn into somethin' vicious
And vicious niggas is after yo' time, turnin'
oooowwwweeee
My homie tryna put you on a pretty white t
Gotti Gotti i aint stutter i paint you red
Behind that one thats word to my mother
Jigga with that shotty
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
You bout to bend and break
And yo seed
Gone see the real you
When I dig yo grave
You sold ya soul to the soil
You Devils never prayed
Line up
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
you 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
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
Leave yo body wrapped in the sheets
Go clean my piece
Two come together make one
And if we have a son he gone shine like one
Feel me?
I said if I
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
Blake
Swimming in it like a fish in a lake
Yo gotti ask em pick up the rakes
My bish bad and she got the cake
Tell em get it straight
Or eliminate
Shit I
Whole team
We established
Ballin on em
Like the mavericks
I feel like Luka
Gotti
Hardaway Jr
Yb
Trey burke
Whole team
Full of shooters
Whole team
Full
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
word is born niggas is wide open
Yo, have a little fun all in between time
And now we focus on the money
Shit all in the meantime
Word to mother- I work
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
caught the signs of time will try to blind, all your ghetto dreams
Got plagues like AIDS, city full of dope fiends
Like K say, is there a better place for
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
you 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
sleepin'(Tie 'em up!)
Gimme a minute you be ??? Huggin the clip
You wishin it wasnt a day like this(I wonder why)
Ii be in yo' crib bangin yo' bitch(I love
[Intro]
Ayy
Get real bloody 'round here
Triple crazy
[?]
Uh-huh, ayy
Mmm, ayy
Ayy
[Chorus]
It get real bloody 'round here, everyday it's that time
Illuminate Maserati
That 2 door with heavy body
I pull up to hotel lobby and vroom vroom on thotties
I'm mobbin like John Gotti
I'm hotter than that wasabi
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
a mistake
Jack called go and get it ain't no time to sleep
I ain't trynna make friends bitch I'm trynna eat
Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly
and trapping
And they're just slipping!
YO!
How you gonna jump
On the beat say you do trap
Then in ya photo pose wid 2 bags
Them boy cappin dey aint trappin
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