Lyrics:
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Fam First General Gotti First in Command
Look I’m in Iraq playing music on audiomack Thinking bout wen I get back
Ima fuck up dem racks Find da
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
get money now
Chek and Gotti they know that we run it now
We do real numbers real chef Benihana's
I'll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred these
explain the dilemma
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
a habit
Just like Smokey, chokin' off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin' about the clique will get you laid down hella swolled up
Hootie hoo slapped ya
gon? live my life, hey
Thug life, Lord you know me
Yo, yo
So what, you think I'm ?posed to live in the hood my whole damn life
And get married
(woo)
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug
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
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches, you gots to get down)
(Show you how we put it down, down)
Gillahouse, gilla here, Gotti Click
Yo Brick
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Yo I kidnap niggas
Then bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
Bitches all wanna stair me down
No these not hand me downs
Get the bag flip it right
Then you know you living life
Watch who start getting tight
Want
forty below on these cowards, early nigga
Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze
Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self
Rule'
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
the projects, but safe with me
Shit, N.O... (N.O...) are to the E
Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go...
[Chorus]
Yo, a-yo, good green, 'bout to get
when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Yeah, it's Illi and Gotti If I'm on the track, then you know it's a body
If she in the whip, then
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
been on the
Sly since Yo Gabba Gabba
Trying to get the drop guava
Interior baklava
Straight out the Bronx, straight off the fall
Straight off
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