Lyrics:
niggas salt shakin'
Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
Watch out, surrounded by
and a day...yea, yea..we Rydas! Rydin' on yo streets...jackin' yo beats, lickin' yo bitches feets"
Ohtani
Beat me? Nobody!
Mob boss John Gotti
Cobra-Kai Karate
Fortnite off the top floor
You hate that or the cops more?
900 no pigeon score
Did a Tony Hawk
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out
Check this shit out: I
in your trunk then I'm jacking for beats
Black superman, I put it down for L.A.C
I grip the pump in my lap at all times
Fools be jackin' other fools
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
phone
I only flex the shit that I own
Flex on a bitch she hot she thick then I hit a lick and I'm gone new time
Four by four truck moving too fast I cut
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
world and evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the way cops the average pitstop
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
as a pilot
Been spitting out fire til the microphone frying
Niggas is pussy as fuck and I see that
Jackin yo shit you like boy where my weed at
Say you outside
[Intro/Chorus:]
4 pound, hit you up with rounds
Leave a man down
Wrappin on a rat
The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)
and when it
the dawg, y’all know how we do it)
Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen man this ya boy let’s check in real quick (what’s hatnen Zoe Gotti)
You get it by any means hanh
of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you that
I`m a money hungry
I'm done shittin' on these niggas, yo Mir hop on this track real quick)
Catch a opp I'mma score
Sending like four (Like four)
If he not dead, I'mma send
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a backspin'
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four stairs
the rooftop I might ignite ya
[Chorus]
[4th Verse:] [Lil' Gotti Gambino, Skull Dugrey]
[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin'
beat up right here and take this shit to go
Throw them ones, fuck that flow
Drag that bitch, fuck that ho (ay, ay)
And security can't even save yo
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