Lyrics:
tell everybody dat I’m fine
People steady calling me but I just press decline
Go get a real **** by yo side you gotta have a dime
Blue script hundreds
n****s man?
Nah man I'm puttin this s*** up
F*** dat man
Ya'll n****s want me to be a crook again
I know how to do that man don't even play wid
Me
remember me? (So Icy)
Remember me from TV? Turnin' on yo' TV (ha)
Hip-hop police, say they lookin' after me (no)
How you lookin' after me? You know I had
your neck knows it phat
Check it out like this and then like that
I perfect raps stick in under your skin
Either your noddin' by now
Or your dead
even know their names
Like we don't know the game
Fill a void by acting rich and famous
Niggas stacking up the papers
While I'm filling up the tables
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
dat
Shoppin sprees out LA yea dat
Still got plugs out the bay yea dat
I might be with yo bay yea dat
Put that pack in her name
I might put her ass
Gotti Go
Get in that car and go vroom, don't give a fuck about no red light
Like what I'm gon do when I'm just tryna get my head right?
If I pull out
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
gotti
I'm on that mob shit
Frank cali
I been countin riches like I'm Roddy
If a goofy gone move out his Body
Then me and me you niggas gone Get outta
neck you be tryin it
I be adding it up while you minus
I be drinking des hoes by 6 pack
Hit em wit da get back
Don’t know where he get dat
Said he bout
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
Fuckin for free? I could neva
You know a mouse need his cheddar (Welcome to the clubhouse)
Hell yea, I’m serious
City Boy, period (Period)
I got dat
caught up in the game, look at you know
Yo It's Manslaughter, Blah, Blah, Blah Blah
Some give life and some take it away, is an expression
Me, I represent
love
I'm still in love with you, boy
Blessed loving from da start
But you know we had to part
Dat's da way I give my love
I'm still in love
to back
Lit chicks flippin racks
Spittin quick 100 blunted in the back
They listen to dat, I run it I'm hit
On most days i make some hits
Then showcase my
sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be
bitch dat hoe cant have my son
I cant waste my time w no lil bitch dese hoes be fuckin bombs
But u can drop yo body eat dis dick to make me fuckin cum
[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 6x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other
fuck wit all dat
Yea, Yea
I fuck wit All Dat
Can u fuck wit All Dat
Yea, Yea
I fuck wit All Dat
Can u fuck wit All Dat
Yea, Yea
I fuck wit All Dat
shit
Say dat shit
Say dat you love me say it
Say you love me say it
Say dat you love me
Say dat shit
Say dat shit
Say dat shit
You know that I cut for
niggas man?
Nah man I'm puttin this shit up
Fuck dat man
Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
I know how to do that man don't even play wid
We
see these diamonds bitch know you keep seeing me
Hustle like yo gotti but no deal with CMG
I leave my phone on DND
This bitch so obsessed with me but i
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