Lyrics:
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
the best of the best
When it's all said and done it's your time to invest
You just got to do it for yourself
[Chorus: Lloyd]
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yo
lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah
I ain't asked nan' nigga
of mine
There's no reason why, it's all in the program man
Can't begin to understand, I do this for the fam man
Yo the working man's a tough guy, listen
demons, Jesus in heaven
Goin' back to spiritual ritual times
What you gon' find, shiftings of Satan in critical bind
Nevermind, I do that often, have
at
(Prodigy)
Yo, all and together we gon' rush the front door
Get at them
They dumpin' our songs, so now it's on
Infamous, my niggas pop clips to this
they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit
know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
Vegetarian to the beef, bitch
Yo Gotti I do street shit
Twice a month and said in like a month
He gon' drop the price
I could stop ya life if you don't pay me
Aye (A) niggas get shot every day B, see (C) it
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at
[Prodigy]
Yo, all and together we gon' rush the front door
Get at them
They
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
got no manners
I'm fucking yo bitch even tho I can't stand her
Tony tony tony
The niggas in this shit they be so phony
Can't tell the cops on me if I do
you do, because like times hard
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
in front of gate club
We passin by diamonds glowing up
Seen on the gram trying to meet up
In the magazine you know we blowing up
If I was Yo Gotti
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought
And we gon' stay leavin' out
People doubted till’ i grew alive
Walk in - excuse me - move aside
Now you gotta’ swallow
And chew your pride
It's do or die
I’m ready
In da’ partment wit’
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
way we get payed
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil to win
Ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
I heard somebody
ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I don't need no help
Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute,
East side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
West side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
South side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
North side gon
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
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