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We done run through the v
Turned yo girl to a slut
We done do it big shiggy quick Bitches dressing up
Showing out for the freaks
Now her jaw
you gon' be on the walk-a-way faster than furious
Why you put folks on the gangstas, you take out yo' anger on me then yo' mom gon' bury you
I'm really
I'm dressed in designer I'm pourin Bacardi
I'm part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain't fuckin
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
speak w authority
Ian tryna talk if you ain’t bouta give me orally
She cappin tryna tell a nigga she don’t do dis normally
Call me big Gotti but I
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source (no)
So
yo’ bitch, now she an option
Yeah, she love just how a nigga make it poppin’
Roll up with the gang, and we go’n smoke him
Tryna touch the boss and we
sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
feelin' dead n prune
Feeling like every move, being watched by the cops
Wonder who gon' make a stop
I heard the opps just got shot so I even gotta do it
Go
get in the head by a police officer
Then i am going to blame some of the people in this room
And I do not forgive
I just tinted up my whip i just
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
Steeze flyin' off the roof
VIP with hundred dollar bills
Flyin' off the roof
So I got behind her, to see if I fit there
Yo go tell Gotti there's a
Five
I'mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you mean this is really mean
Gotti after life
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don't wanna see you
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
Ah, ugh, ugh, go
Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy
I ain't gon' tell you do nun' I wouldn't do (nope), I'm just bein'
yeah)
Noah’s Ark
I’m bringing them in by the two’s (in by the two’s yeah)
That’s two for me none for you these bitches gon choose
Sliding round town big
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
ever sold of my life
When these niggas be talkin', they fuck up my mind
When it's war, I be screamin', not do or you die
We gon' spin on yo' block
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
afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
sendin' shots
They reachin' out like their back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do
Backwoods in this bitch man
Young illionaire in the building sir
Yo, boy y'all know the fuck going on
You know they do
It's dat boy Pella daGoat
4Evr
thinking because I rap I won't go buy them bricks
Give em to my dawg and let him do all kind of shit
Like take a point out, then put a point in
I fuck yo
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