Lyrics:
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
shit we talking
I want to ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
Clap back, we gon' clap
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
ain’t a thing"
We gon’ sip in the Maserati
Do it like the gottis
You know you can’t stop me
Sorta like a Don, money in my palm
Spend 100k on a link
on, how you want to do it, what?
'cause next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust
Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field
Shoppers gon run,
(CityBoy)
(yeah, yeah) i feel like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti
I’m feeling on her body
She feel it in her soul
I want a five-star bitch (yeah, Yo Gotti)
It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit
I'm the realest nigga walkin', and this the remix (Yo Gotti
When she's away from home, she be swallowin juice
You thinkin that's yo' son, but he ain't lookin like you
See the barrel of a gun, nigga whatcha gon
information
State property parties
You wanted invitations?
You don't wanna do that, family
Them people gon' have to move your family
It ain't a movie y'all
You
you gon' act like I wasn't with ya?
I can't do everything by myself
But I ain't gon' be
Outchea askin' for help
How the hell you gon' act like
talking to me, you gon' have to do me (mwah)
Every time you think you're leaving, you running back to me
Can't we just talk?
Can't we just talk?
Talk
I want a five-star bitch (yeah, Yo Gotti)
It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit
I'm the realest nigga walkin', and this the remix (Yo Gotti
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
on like my name Yo Gotti
Im really wit it when it comes to dis rap shit
The passion for smashin wit affirmative action
So fasten ya belts cause you dealin
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
nigga whatcha gon' do?
Set it off
[Snoop Dogg]
Niggaz pop mo' shit while we drop mo' shit
Continuously, nigga nigga please
Slang yo' ki's, birdies
Let's go gotti
I see yo momma out she a be proud
Cause I a really fap yo ass down bitch ass nigga
I'm tryna wack dog
I got the mac sauce
I got them
by the cops fuck 12
Police pull at every block
She on her knees she gon give me top
She gon clean me good like a mop
Got her the gucci and flip flops
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