Lyrics:
out the box
Bringing that hit make 'em hit the flo', fresh out the box
So put my ish in the record sto' fresh out the box
I'ma take this game by storm
a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
now
Tired of doing dirt now
My niggas on that yirk now
Feel like I owe the Lord, so I'm goin' to church now
[Hook]
[Yo Gotti]
Niggas got they hand out
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor
I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (haha, ah)
Huh, yo, my bricks better than
I’m so very fresh (Uh, huh)
My flow super-duper, SD on my chest (Okay)
I rep Dirty Money
(yeah) I get that dough (yeah sir)
When I get mad, mami get low
much too fly
I'm so fresh to death, that Imma go and buy
White girl wanna suck me like a slerpy
Now she with the whole
This is the lifе, I wouldn't
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy,
Ain't she man? (Hot)
She trynna gimme all these problems
Ain't she man? (Stop)
But I'm all about my dolla's, ain't I man?
(Ain't I man?)
When people wanna
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
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
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
What We Do
By Delvonnie Stephens
Chorus
Man I hop out the car, so fresh So fresh, I'm so fresh
Stunting like a superstar, so fresh I'm so fresh I'm
You know
This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?
This beat is so, so Metro (Gangsta Grillz)
Slang a bunch
You know
This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?
This beat is so, so Metro (Gangsta Grillz)
Slang a bunch
Pronounced un-cuffed with the hoofs pound
I'm Kurupt, Young Gotti, the Headless Horseman
I'm the one that started off extortion
Contortion began to spread
[Fresh Prince - talking before song begins]
Alright we ready?
We rollin, right?
We rollin, alright
[Intro - Fresh Prince - talking]
Yo in
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
Open her shirt, she keeps flashing and shit
Don't wanna fuck, now shes having a fit
Q50 speed off, I'm not crashing the whip
High as fuck so I'm
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
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
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