Lyrics:
Yeah, I just shot a video in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy, huh?
And I grew up bumping that motherfucking D-Block
Styles P, you know I get high
That
me,
I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy
Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed
Cause
song with Yo Gotti
Then that shit dropped
And I was the God, drownin in money
But nobody cared about the process
Way before I was sunny
I knew since day
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Aim it at your arteries, pardon me
Parts of me is pyscho
In retrospect my respect was a
Power ranger high note
Tumbling backwards into a karate
Kicking
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
everything I'm Yo Gotti
So many choices I'm Bristol's E-40
(Damn) New edition G like the Power Rangers movie
cnd I'm getting' many P's you can call me Puff
no tales
I came to get high
I came to get high
Oh can I sing it I came to get high
Okay girl I came to get high
Note that what you got on the pot yo
of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off
Oh I do it all, yo...
Hook 2X
cgain (I cannot believe!)
cgain (I cannot believe!)
I'm on one again (I'm so high indeed!)
cgain (I cannot believe!)
face, illuminati in yo brain
Pull a Gotti, let it spray
Or pull the Throttle til it breaks
I been working so fucking hard (Ah yeah)
Break of dawn, drop
smokin Reggie getting high
Yu be tappin out on Reggie blunts
Yu be smokin Reggie gettin by
Ima OC ass nigga
I be Over Compacting me
Tell my enemy to pray
Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth
May I laugh to yourself shells, before honor and war I just can't tell
I can't fake these
the yo like I'm mufuckin' Gotti
And no we don't care bout yo mufuckin' posse my gang in all black like the mufuckin' Akatsuki
Okay I get so high I talk
Ohtani
Beat me? Nobody!
Mob boss John Gotti
Cobra-Kai Karate
Fortnite off the top floor
You hate that or the cops more?
900 no pigeon score
Did a Tony Hawk
Fuck the haters, focus on who loves it (for real)
It's a shame to be chasin' love and runnin' right from it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Note to self, come
(Blow it)
Like a candle I swear she be throating
Gang high off the pack and we roastin'
(We roastin)
He want smoke, I told Gotti to ghost him
Gang, uh
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
featuring Barshawn
Kurupt:
Yo Barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the X files
Gimmewhutchagot
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
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