Lyrics:
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 fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be
the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky
(In the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (I'm fried)
Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed
(Get robbed)
do it but mama we good
I mix my problems with a little bit of karma and comas. Financially good (AND)
I mix my wock by the liter they follow the leader
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
up in prison
I aint do it now you mad cause the verdict not guilty nigga kill me
Get out yo feelings Ima up until its season
Press 1 cause I'm
No solider but I got troops
A whole bunch goons on the roof
They gon' shoot
Cut the top off the head, just like a coupe
What you wanna do? we can
and Coupes
Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups
Now what you gon' do?
When they come for you
The same thing you been doing
Eye screwing
I tell my hoes, "Rake it up," like Yo Gotti
I do my thing and I fuck up a party
Niggas that hate, they gonna wanna say "Sorry"
Free my guys, I
that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin' from fans (runnin' from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (do what they can)
Brand new
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
like I missed a summer, put it on my momma
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' roun' real killers
Hush gang, he ain't
like me
(Nobody), nobody's gonna do you like me
(Nobody), nobody
'Cause you know that I'm down to ride
I'm gonna be by your side
Ain't none of that
Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know
a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
niggas
Do produce niggas in filthy gang major
The cowards just can't produce it
Double hard late (Y'all gon' keep rollin)
A certain level manditory element
that’s just my
Man we have some other business we do
I see him with Nas at
The MTV awards he calls me about
Two weeks later, "Yo Cam
I got to go in i got
Gotti they gon' drain all the strength in your lil' body
They turned me into a lil' Gotti, uh, yeah
Not Wakanda but Wakanda is kinda like what we 'bout
and a bad mood
If you don't turn to a lil' Gotti they gon' drain all the strength in your lil' body
They turned me into a lil' Gotti, uh, yeah
Not Wakanda
(Rap)
Tell me that it wasn’t you
No shaggy I gotta cross you
What you gon’ do
I got that work in my jeans (AYE)
Tell me who’s you
You not my son Billie
[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta
Yeah, ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin' nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's
and Coupes
Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups
Now what you gon' do?
When they come for you
The same thing you been doing
Eye screwing
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