Lyrics:
testify, we sleep him fore he leak the info
John Gotti, I'm a boss and this my Gambino
Don Carti, shoot that nigga, make his hoe a widow
Bitch we getting big
This how I'm feeling
Come on
T me up
And I know that I got it I really just gotta be honest
Imma real boss for real yeah I be feeling like John Gotti
stretchin' the cap
They be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talkin' 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do?
You ain't clap at nobody
I
Hatin pussy nigga you a Jokester
im just on the beach chillin wit yo bitch we off Mimosas
Babi Gotti all about his bread like a Toaster
Unc ain't got no
we riding, we die for JB
Got shot by a dyke, that can never be me
You know my nеighbor [?]
Them Flockas be flockin', sweep you off your feet
We got
Cause it ain't cheap and Yo Gotti'll tell you it's a lot of hype bitches
On the road, lay your coffin
If you're intent on stoppin' I bet you, they gon'
Pronounced un-cuffed with the hoofs pound
I'm Kurupt, Young Gotti, the Headless Horseman
I'm the one that started off extortion
Contortion began to spread
Sauce Gotti we gotta plays we Gotta buss
It's alotta PNC's on the floor
You got a PNC dm us right now
That bitch going insta)
Y'all don't know nothin' about this He-are
Ha haha haha haha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Heha ha, sup Warren G? It's my homeboy, huh?
With my
shouts, 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
Like yo Gotti throw a whole party of females
The narcotics gave proactive that Fiend feel
Like John Gotti my crime family a big deal
Nigga I still
Stand up guy I ain’t tryna be funny
Prolly gettin head while I’m countin this money
Met the hoe got her sayin she love me
Fuck a handout u ain’t did
Hey, huh huh
OG! Hey, hey, hey
Black card nigga, I'ma Trap Star nigga, we got mob ties nigga like John Gotti
Keep it coming nigga you know that we
the sloppiest nigga
Hold up
Different batch
This Gotti
Getting money
im feeling like Gotti
Gett too it by any means
Nobody can stop me
Grind hard
Juss too
out of body
Out of body, tipsy-turvy tipsy-topsy tispy-topsy
Killuminati- all the thotties, the young gottis (Party, Party)
They watching, I know
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one of my
Another one of my homies man, fuck this shit
Know I'm tal'n bout, I'ma blow to them
as strangers
Gotti, how it feel?
Not only did you make it out, you took some niggas with you
That say a lot about you (it do)
Why would niggas doubt you?
Muthafuckas steady switching
Who got you
Smith and Wesson pull em out what's the problem
I'm on yo ass pussy nigga who got it
On gotti
And we got it
And niggas
for the drip they know ima keep em quenched (slurp)
My drip so severe that it got a lil scent (ha)
Big drip on my body (drip drip)
Rich every season
like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin' up,
see these diamonds bitch know you keep seeing me
Hustle like yo gotti but no deal with CMG
I leave my phone on DND
This bitch so obsessed with me but i
Ashanti's a problem, this track here's a problem.
The best thing rockin' since that cotton came to Harlem.
Meth darlin', I'm like that Hershey with
I'm a real 20 boy
Born fly
Gucci puffer in the summer
I'm fried
Fragment 1s
Cost more than piece
Moncler chilly
All this ice on me
Brain on almanac
Ion
to soul
Record label, my whole team going gold
Dumbin' out
You run your mouth rapid
'Till I see your face and I slap it
Yo! I'm a wizard at this
Weave
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