Lyrics:
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real,
and holla out let's go
We getting lit off the perc
I take his bitch and I'm going to work
.300 Hollows gone leave yo ass hurt
Been a hot boy bitch I'm coming
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
up
Pimp dollars make them holla
Pimp dollars make them holla
Stay hot, light the block
Don't leave home without my clock
It's my turn to blow up
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
some food
You wanna go in Em room and holla at him real quick?
Hell yeah, man, let's go ahead
Yeah, he say he supposed to give us more, some more
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa
Don't even speak to me dawg, if you ain't a real nigga
Them
Lil Haitian Gotti like that there yeah yeah
Lil Haitian Gotti Like that there yeah, yeah
Bitch ever since a lil' youngin', I been thuggin', I swear
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your
John Gotti
(iBigDog As Master of Ceremonies)
Popping shit
Iun need extra niggas
I got extra clips
Iun need yo bitch
Cause my bitch
She got extra
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
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
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
BlackSmith all day, Jean Greezy on the way
Followed by Steady gang, that's how we doin' it, yeah
Eardrum, yo, all you wack MCs go sit down somewhere
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
The bitch is back by popular demand (That's right)
You know my name (Yeah you do)
Say it bitch (What's my name bitch?)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Koblizzy
thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give
Yeah, yeah
Boss Chick
Bubbles Again
Yo wah do da yute yah
Him tek me for chicken head or something
Meet a man and him like me
Hey hey hey hey
He
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