Lyrics:
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
And leave you in a cell
have an ocean view
How much coke you do?
I peep you got teeth like a smoker do
This clown was in a Face Off
Smilin' like how the Joker do
Yo, y'all
come by kid
'Cause I be up in the wide city wit I.G., Biiiitch
[Chorus]
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide
on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
and leave you in a cell stuffed
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama (Ey)
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer (Woo)
Yo
what what what what what what!
Tell me you heard!
Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over, snatch the nigga out the Rover
Dat dat dat, gun shots all
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
like me, talk like me, stop it
How you tryna beef, better beat up on yo pockets
How you about a bag with money problems, boy?
Heard that nigga talking
Hold On
Uh
Real nice, real nasty
Let me talk to em'
I be the bitch from the 228
I book up the yo', and I cancel dates
I did this shit without all
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
a king in this bitch
Makin' world order at the reverie
Man, you ain't think I heard that shit
Get the fuck on, tryna lecture me
N who the fuck niggas
coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when
on the Nextel chirp
If your tryin to conversate about some motha fuckin work, Why?
Because they hind em, they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they
on the Nextel chirp
If your tryin to conversate about some motha fuckin work, Why?
Because they hind em, they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they
pardon me, I'm sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me
Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix, I'm loading up three clips
I
see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha cash
All my niggaz in the ?, gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin Hen', gangsta talk
If
the truck up
O you fucked up !
Yo why you wanna do em all
He said screw em all
Lets black out put 2 in em all
And ruin them all what about the plan man
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,
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
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