Lyrics:
niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
I get paid like the first, second and the third
Jackin' fours, we doin' you dirt'
See the fifth, she liftin' her skirt
I'm on SixSev', where
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
K-Blaze on the beat
(Kainan baby)
You can't catch a rolling stone
You tryna' bring down the nation by causin' confusion
Illusion
Infusion and all
faltan pa' llega' a lo' 20
Y son 21 que va a solta' este demente
(Yo')
Voy por do' minuto' matando un beat de Mandrake
Te va a da' un patatin, una
jackin fools, fools jackin, so i stay wit mine
Dnt play wit mine, cuz dis nigga here play wit iron
Dis may sound crazy 2 haters but look i pray 4 mine
Im
but they forgot about the sheriffs
And if I said it, then I might get beat down
And I ain't goin' out by a clown in a brown gown
They ain't passin',
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
from the hood baby certain shit Amaze me
Posted in the yo like I'm Gotti shout out CMG
Go tell the opps I ain't hiding bitch they know where I be
You
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
nigga, blue fat laces nigga
Me and the homie's all on paper chase nigga
Kurupt Young Gotti, 6-4-4-5 me
[Unverified] pistol cocker, cocked and blast
Start
figure you can take my shit and break
Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your wake
Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no
like I missed a summer, put it on my momma
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' roun' real killers
Hush gang, he ain't
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)
inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
[Baby]
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser
[Manny
That nigga a bitch, he be walkin' with mace
Like, let's take a trip right to chase You jackin' the beat by the tie of your lace
Hold on, bullets is
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
you can take my shit and break
Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your wake
Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
ass really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so
Show the beginnin and the end when I'm spittin my verse
Voodoo curse brought back The Horsemen from the grave
Four headless motherfuckers that'll clap
I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
We got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
Yeah... so peep the steelo and the flow
I
winn dixie we stackin cabbage we rabbits cus we want dem 22 karats free Demons my dawg locked up 4 a car jackin it aint happen them crackers jus mad cus
Discuss these jackin 4 beats by yo gotti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In