Lyrics:
mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be running around with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't fronting no fuck niggas
Big stepper,
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
like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
fame turned me to a monster
I make him fight for the pussy, I'm Ronda Rousey
Playin' hard to get, ring around the rosey
If we're locking, keep it low
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
weight, but sometimes its slow
It's up and down like the Dow Jones, shit fluctuates
But my real niggas still keep their stock in me
Feds investigate,
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
the mic, on my Gotti good
Retired and came back, just like they thought he would (uh-uh)
Feel it and face 'em (uh-uh)
I'm tryna face it (uh-uh), the rest
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
(woo)
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug
wit me killas
Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!
[Chorus:] [Silkk The Shocker]
I'm a N-O- nigga L-I
M-I-T soldier (2X)
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
down
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don
(by)
Just to get (by-by-by-by-by-by)
Just to get by
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by, by-by)
We keep it gangster say "fo
(by)
Just to get (by-by-by-by-by-by)
Just to get by
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by, by-by)
We keep it gangster say "fo
you keep it real where you from
Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
committed, admit it, we run thangs
Full Clipp from S.C., ready to ride and hoo-bang
Competin', strangle the evil with low blows
Low low's stay juiced on thick
I never miss
And if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it like this...
People want to know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care
So I keep my
Young Gotti in the back seat fucked up cous'
Man it's a shame how my gang-gang-bang
No disrespect but, hey, we want thangs
In the lets see what quest
, on the low, on the low
Keep it on the low, that's how it go, how it go
There's always somethin poppin up or someone pullin up to try to slow me up
But by now I
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
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