Lyrics:
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
Watch out, I stick like stuck oh
Make 'em say uh oh
Motto is to trust no bitch you let the mutt go
Yo, I stay crackin, shut yo trap black and stay back
the plug have to use a couple dollies
You used to be a boss I'm used to being Gotti
Six blunts three percs and some juice for me and Gotti
Never going broke
Y'all done ran out of time what you gonna do now
Blogs put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down and switch em out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand
(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
Have you ever heard a thug cry
You see the look deep in my eye
Looking to the lord I'm asking why
I feel that you ain't by my side
Have you ever
I'ma let em have it, take em for a ride, damn he wants to make me set it off
I'ma bury you muthafuckas without a coffin
Never taking no shorts we never
could be godly
In a world so dominated by sin
And thin hotties with rims tell 'em then
If-If you got it
See i ain't Irv Gotti
But that murder incorporate
they baby daddies hatin' on me
Make sure you tell 'em that that paper on me
Make sure you tell 'em I ain't never running
Heard them niggas coming for
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
hitting at hoes
Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both
Have one riding dick, one licking my toes
When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love
at hoes
Smokin' this, drinkin' that, hittin' at hoes
Fuck this I'm hittin' that I'm hittin' em both
Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes
When I'm
nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
guilty
All my ghettoes up! All my ghetto's up!
Weh dem deh?
There doing you wrong
Let's get it poppin', let's get it poppin', yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
bodies
With out the knife scar
They take them shots to the head
And survive y'all NICE
This the flyest shit you may have heard
We all the way up in this
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
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
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