Lyrics:
yeah yeah, (yeah yeah)
Ima come back like the prodigal son, (son)
Big baller, holla
(holla, holla, holla, holla)
On the corner tryna get a dolla
(dolla,
"fuck me?" (holla holla)
(Remix) Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch (Fuck that bitch)
Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Biotch!
Fuck yo baby momma let me holla at yo mother aye
Baby momma drama gonna last a whole eternity
Aint fucking with yo momma if she happens to be married
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
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
stacking
give me paper
Holla ill I’m mackin on my shit
Brrrr He cold copping De Niro
Flow habanero my audio out a hero
Gotti my apparel I got it coffin
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
She sucking dick just for promo, holla at my girl and she doing that pro bono
Sally work at Sotto, she waving to the boy when he come in like hello,
Getting that Guala
Getting that guala
I'm getting money
If you acting funny
I'll make yo ass holla
Getting that Guala
Getting that guala
I'm getting
out
Out in wild, wild Winnebago
Shit, we out here wild'n out, out here wilding out, out here wilding out
Out in wild, wild Winnebago, holla at me
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
To give it to you plain and simple, 'cause you know it's played
Holla at 'em Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang (go ahead)
OK son, I'll tell ya like my
funny if we don't holla back
We repping yo city what's better then that
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who
pack yo shit gone on
Make that ass clap make it slap
Make that ass smack when I snap
If you is the baddest booty the fattest
Let me hear you holla out
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real
Yeah, this is a public service announcement from
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
Gotti, here we go again, yo
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I'm born
The future problem's, kicking and carrying on
Cause I
me as, Lil Kim the head of the La Bella Mafia
Oh, shoutout to my girl Victoria Gotti and the whole family stay up
This time around I ain't takin no
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