Lyrics:
of extortions to settle my score
It gets deeper when things get real
I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my mill
And I'm from Hempstead, it's close
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
shit just to get one zip
One lick
You get patatoes and drum sticks
Knock off gotti boy you my son bitch
I only rock wit the ones that I came wit
Hoe ass
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
because she gets the cake
Be my Nicki, I'm your Gotti, let's go get some rakes
Fuck it up, Saks 5th, our drip is a lake
If you hold me down you'll get my
hundred round Uptown round, he gettin in his car burn him down Lay'em down, fuck over'em the nigga ain't nothin but a clown Shot callin, I never get my
{*horses galloping and neighing*}
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, motherfucker
[Chorus 1: Killah Priest]
This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk
Get
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
throat s*** I`m outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your a** down like a 12-gauge
ain't no get well soons (R.I.Ps)
I'm trynna put that boy on the news
Hit his block late night with them tools (With them wops)
I want him dead ion play by
Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
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',
like
"Gotti" (Yo)
"I'm throwing a party, come and parlay
Finna shoot you the addy; ain't too far from where you stay
Bad bitches and alcohol, what more I
my crown
Michael body-count, Pacquiao, you're going down
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
I'll show it
rappers bittin' my style
I don't fuck with territorial invaders
Get yo vessel tipped ova tryna be the crusader, nigga
Bet the gators prolly get ya while you
Matter fact, I kill 'em viciously, brutally
Strip them clowns down to nudity
Shove the chrome where they doo-doo be
It's a stick up, don't try to get
penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it
Chorus
[c-murder]
Throw your
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
out of gas
Yo, I gotta pull up in this gas station real quick
Yo, I'll pump, y'all grab some jacks here
Did your fat ass just say get some snacks?
Cause it ain't cheap and Yo Gotti'll tell you it's a lot of hype bitches
On the road, lay your coffin
If you're intent on stoppin' I bet you, they gon'
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