Lyrics:
sellin' rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, myself, and Gotti & Pop was on my hit
[Gotti]
yeah, and I'm a Gangsta, Smoka, Toasta
think they is
Claimin' they put belt to me
Witch y'all pussy ass
A get up on yo ass quick like I'm bellamy
Street nigga, so her buns
I filled that bitch
Glocks and shot, that made him drop
What gives said a pig, I guess he didn't want to live
Yo yo yo kill them camcorders, manslaughter, that's what it is
the same (kahm-kahm)
It's curfew whenever I come through
(kahm-kahm) kill the fuckery
Them niggas can't fuck with me (come on)
I'm really 'bout it in the war
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
on the board
Is you motherfuckers hearin'? (hearin)
They send us off to war
Kill our kids and got paid to America
Open yo' eyes
(for real) these niggas played
need me a rello
Gotti gone start it I finish the beat imma kill it
These niggas ain't tough they some jello
La La was sexing on power, I'm praying for
on again
I just had to bring 'em back
Word you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me stout
I just
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
with the Moneybagg like Yo , I got it
& its going down in my DMs right now like Yo, Gotti
Fuck her so good got her nose snotty
I'm so about it what
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
feel me)
You rob me, I kill you, a truce (I kill you)
Big pointers on my neck, Bruce Bruce (big pointers)
Grave digger on the Nawf on mute (grave
[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
Rollin wit di Stinga
Inna Chinaman Yard
Everything bless
Inna Chinaman Yard
Big up me bredda
Yo Skunga Records
Clear di way
Let Gotti mek a pass
Rolling
Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this
Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
fuck with luck
And it's fuck 'em, kill 'em all if they don't fuck with us
Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices
Cocaine Mafia, double check
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you drop that ass off in a land fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some
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