Lyrics:
know them boys gone hate, so keep your head up
You'll be on top soon, don't forget me
But, when it come to a fee
Just keep her low-key
Yea, that's my
don't know about stand on business, we don't talk about it Shh
Man shout out Yo Gotti, I'm rippin' this he gave us I'm honored
We came up from nothin',
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
like to see ass and titties
Now bring yo' ass over here, ho
And let me see you get low if you want this thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor)
confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise `em high raise `em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor
[Chorus:]
a heater
My little bitch she love me, she say I'm a cheater
I just made a play for five pounds of the OG
You got it for low, but I got this shit cheaper
a heater
My little bitch she love me, she say I'm a cheater
I just made a play for five pounds of the OG
You got it for low, but I got this shit cheaper
hit da floor I see you stayin on yo grind
I watch you twirk it baby drop dat thang 2 da floor
Now tell a friend dat dis yo song grl bend yo back low
She
on the low (on the low)
Tell yo friends that you don't know
Tell yo friends that you don't know (you don't know)
Can you keep it on the low (on the low)
Can
Locked him in a 6 by 9 but they couldn't trap his spirit
That nigga so strong he make me look weak
Wanted to cry in my cell when it was meat loaf week
That
straight lies
My little shooters keep it on they waist side
They small but straight ride
Right from the jump they'll bang
On you Nate Rob' yo I hate lies
Yeah
Mazi
Stop playing
Them boys don't know bout me
Them boys don't know about me
Call Squeeze if it's pressure
He go blow by me
He on go bout me
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
on like my name Yo Gotti
Im really wit it when it comes to dis rap shit
The passion for smashin wit affirmative action
So fasten ya belts cause you dealin
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep
boy i'll send it to yo house while im in the store boy now we got the coke yeah now we out the door boy and we got all of the plays for the low boy.
gotti
You can't ride when we hit the Road lil Nigga
Cuz this is a real Nigga party
Why they keep be breakin the Code my nigga
They gettin a real Nigga
and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody wanna
the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'
I put the big body up, come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
I mean it’s simple can’t fuck wit us
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work i cut off my hands
I don’t even touch the work
I pray these
what?"
But his man is like, "Psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
I can bring it from up
to yo brick?
Aw you got hit
Finessed all yo shit
And I'm still that bitch
Got all these hoes stressed
They throwing shade but it's neva addressed
You
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