Lyrics:
the DM like Yo Gotti
Fuck her tonight and make you want to kill her
I just found out that this bitch is a nympho
I broke her off, she said she can't
my head high
Finally got my money up them haters talkin down but the salt don't kill a player...
I feel it in the air
cll about money, I get it from
Looked at my bitch test results said let's get to it
And every since then I been getting to it
I ran it up and did a backwards flip right off
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
"GD's", "BD's" "Breeds" needs the game
I might roll down chicago ave
Blow a bag in the baby blue jag
Hit t's and be 's on maddy and plask
Get a fresh fit
the yo like I'm mufuckin' Gotti
And no we don't care bout yo mufuckin' posse my gang in all black like the mufuckin' Akatsuki
Okay I get so high I talk
I cud recycle throwaway flows and make em sound new
Ya slept on one I bet cha wake up military minded 2
Got em bumpin dat Gotti up n down Claiborne
For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah)
John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah)
Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game)
Don't know
girl I need a liter
Like Martin, you go girl!
I know that flame and you got it
I'm sending shots like Yo Gotti
I just want you and your body
Can I just
dreads like a rasta
I pull out that choppa he doin the cha cha
These bullets gon get mixed up like sum pasta
Sit down lil nigga you know I'm yo father
Damn
and smoke us out
So what's wrong with that? Nigga, ha? Yeah
Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter
Shootin niggaz down cause it's nuttin
The first nigga to take
a snapback and girls wanna see 'em
Man you should see my Snapchat when it's late in the PM
Ay Yo Gotti, it go down in way more than the DM
And it probably
ain't bae
When I was down I couldn't get hey
But now they texting me I'm fake
Gotti gang until the death of me
We just a group of apes
And granny know her
I can tell by the way you've been
Lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been
Dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
like making paper
If I’m feeling down she gon get me up
I be going up
I can’t stop til n*ggas really up
Polo by the colors, every month Ima switch it up
down he in the street yea
Another body bag yea
I pop Percocet for lunch and dinner
Nigga get to dying nigga ain't no accidental
Always kept my pistol I
school) Perfecting my craft in the 'Yo not talking bout Gotti
I'm in my zone with this shit
(My shit) They say I'm in first like the Aid Kit
(First aid)
the first fo fall
I've been lovin' Iceman, ever since I seen George Gervin ball
You so broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall
So weak you probably
a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
It ain't
cause I'm Taxin
Then askin, questions later the innovator
The Total Mic Devestator just call me the motivator
And get down, to my mad ass rhythm section
the Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense
get up on a nigga quick
hit 'em up with the ice pick
strike quick
leave ya body froze, sub-zero
was taught to fear no
here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this
Gun butt your bitch
That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder
Clap a nigga, dipped and hide
or get paid
You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy
Click em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin
Dippin down the streets
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