Lyrics:
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
bands now he layin' on his mans floor
I'm Yo Gotti nigga
And I'm from North Memphis
And East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the north with me
Coca, coca, coca
white (great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (gon' bite, grr)
I'm really poppin', they think that I write (think that I write)
Bitch,
on
The next pack nigga
Yo' shit ain't locked when ya
Hit it with the soda
Everybody else with the same
Stamp got A-1 yola
Bitch, who taught you how to cook
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga, what?)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha)
Nigga, you can front
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
Decapitate your whole crew then
Juggle your jugulars
Yeah, The Horsemen got you open don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Nigga 7, 6, 5,
round there we gone leave him dead
Bitch nigga you heard what I said
The five five six hit em in the head
Ride my stick bitch use yo legs
The drive by
Brothers brothers brothers
I got shot
By the cops
One time pull up on yo block
Run yo pocks
Pick yo locks
Crack you wings saying fuck yo flock
Niggas send
the Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense
get up on a nigga quick
hit 'em up with the ice pick
strike quick
leave ya body froze, sub-zero
was taught to fear no
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
wack
He finally about to get his first check off Rap Snacks (finally)
Never met a nigga in the hood that eat that shit
That shit tastes straight like
tryna get rich
So why would I give af about a bitch
Same hood same clique
Meanwhile you on the fence
Making yo grandmother proud cuz you nigga love
Motherfuck yo petty plottin'
I got one eyed shooters you can say they Fetty Wapy
Niggas mad but I'm lit and yo bitch watchin'
Whoa Kemosabe nigga you just
and ain't never sold dope
My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
don't really know about Dro
First I let my chain glow y'all know how that thang go
Put them colors in my rims now I'm ridin' rainbow
Hood nigga fuck
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
as the hood I'm from, ay)
If you rep yo' hood and you goin' hard
If the they hatin' on you don't stress,
Tell them niggas that we the best
(I think it's time
this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you fake ass hoes get
Yo ass off the floor
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga i lay the smack down
Done been through hoods
this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you fake ass hoes get
Yo ass off the floor
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga i lay the smack down
Done been through hoods
shit that'll knock down a bull
Hollows hot like tacos we feed em till he full (Shit bag)
Folk nem chased em out his hood
I want that nigga dead let's get
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
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