Lyrics:
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
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
[Yo Gotti:]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit
This ya boy Yo Gotti yea
Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker
Real hustler's
it though
From PF changs to Pappadeaux
I eat a nigga up like Domino's, yeah
Yeah yeah, ay so there you have it
Terrace Martin kurupt, Young Gotti
representin' these Southside streets
Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know whats up
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'
before I smoke 'em
Like Sun Tzu niggas do unto these snitches
Before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
if you ain't heard of me then you don't know was sup
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)
would think I worked at Publix how I bag a nigga
Don’t know about me lil' buddy you better ask a nigga
Get ya information
Lil Haitian Gotti they won’t
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
a drought
Plug send em in and we dishing em out
You really a fan and but you dissing for clout
Ask about me in the streets and these niggas gone vouch
Used
another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb)
Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas
sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh
clap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain
but you can become tha first white rappa slain.
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha
Brooklyn son, what up what up?
My nigga Lloyd,
[Irv Gotti talking]
Nobody cares
Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early
You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you
Nobody cares
Bankhead
Been around the world, touched
Every hood, nigga, i ain't scared
I'm on a vest, ain't tryna die
You know the semi
I'm Yo Gotti, rich nigga walkin',
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
of attraction
And how you can have anything you imagine
If you put your mind to
It maybe we can further
Their dreams take 'em where they
Want nurture their needs
the town
My bro said he got 100 pounds
Blogs put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down then switch 'em out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand on business, we
(cryin)
You blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup)
I'm Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was)
I really shot them
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