Lyrics:
bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck
Bankhead
Been around the world, touched
Every hood, nigga, i ain't scared
I'm on a vest, ain't tryna die
You know the semi
I'm Yo Gotti, rich nigga walkin',
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' niggas
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo
What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only
last trill, last real, last nigga
Get mills fast nigga, built the last nigga
It's just me and my chicks, give 'em my whips
They from a hood near you,
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha
Brooklyn son, what up what up?
My nigga Lloyd,
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
the realest nigga walking
I make it happen I ain't really with the talking
Yo on God, still the freshest nigga see me
When you see me I be drippy all
might have to start packin now
Way too many John gottis not no more Pacquiaos
Niggas get a strap and start to think that they invincible
Bitch I'm from
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
Tha motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Is definitely in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Kurupt, run that shit
Niggas I grew up with,
the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:
Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit
a hundred rip
Trunk whole hood with me, Miami trip
Miami bitch, she kinda thick she a model
But I treat her like a hood bitch
It's Yo Gotti!
This is
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
And tell that old nigga from my hood with you that he a bitch
You make the city look bad, that's the truth
Fuck nigga I be in North Memphis more than you
Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
with me dog this thang gone pop
I'm up in the hood dog with the same o drop
I stay on top nigga it ain't gone stop
All of these fake niggas be saying
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