Lyrics:
, yo, yo, yo)
Once it's on, I come through, guns is drawn
Blam, blam, lungs is gone, sons will mourn
From dusk 'til dawn (uh), night time belongs
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click,
Just a matter of time
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
Bankhead
Been around the world, touched
Every hood, nigga, i ain't scared
I'm on a vest, ain't tryna die
You know the semi
I'm Yo Gotti, rich nigga walkin',
that I can't wait on nobody
Can't blame yourself so you just blame anybody
Do not compare me to nobody
I put a date on it like I'm yo gotti
I'm vil now I
Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates
On the crowded street thе Gil Scott-Heron of
Heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that I write is fire
A million dollars don't mean shit to me
I'm from the streets with a hard hittin' slang Ghetto D
Nigga and still makin' moves with a sick click
Trick
hold down for sure
[Unverified] through the mack and New York
Full time, four W-D plus, shots, niggas get rushed out
Bust the guts out and no limit
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"
Opened
a object
It's the same damn grind
But I got two platinum artists
At the same damn time
Went and got two Maseratis at
The same damn time
Liberace, John Gotti
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
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
Yo they get smoked up fuckin
With these gangsta rappers
(These niggas ain't rappers P
They fuckin actors)
Might get locked up fuckin
With you crazy
flip shit with bitches that ride all day
And niggas that get head, on the highway
And niggas hating
To see Satin
Or be played
I'm gon' tell yo
the flow can't be touched
Was Daniel with it now I'm Mr Miyagi
I kick it the illest but don't know karate
Ya bitch in my dm like I am yo gotti
Cool
and watch me rust
[Cuban Link]
Yo crack lets get a nine
My mind's trapped behind enemy lines
The scent of weed got me thinkin I remember the time
1979 they
spot by the Seine, is where I'll be in the end
My love
That's how we gon live
But right now we just kids
Yo
Life is but a dream
This is everything I
John Gotti
Damn... It's so much pain flowing through my veins
Missing my big bro Relo
Hear him saying "Do yo thang"
(Do ya thang, Deezy)
I gotchu bro,
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
seen Styles, Jada
Sheek with you at yo' show rocking it out
So the shootout you was involved in
Was the only time you've ever had The Lox
(locks) in
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
once sent her on the ferry
Fucked her again then I went missing like Perry
Fucked her one more time
Then I go ghost like I'm scary
I tote my Glock, what
like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause
like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause
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