Lyrics:
데려와 pretty girl 우린 dont care
내 외모는 sick 밑에는 one top
(아 씌 빨리!) beach call me Im okay
Yo wait i wanna keep talk with you
Pretty girl 보면 내 머리는 boom
저 혹시
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 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
they watching)
I'm serving white like I'm gotti
(i'm serving white like i'm)
Yeah I know they can't stop me
Shake and bake like Ricky Bobby
(Shake
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll
yo' health slide these days
And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to
Em'
like Yo Gotti (Trapaholics, real trap shit, Ewok)
And your bitch a doll, yeah, she suck the dick so sloppy (Mula)
Got them hockey sticks (Boom)
Feds
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
You get yo shit whacked in the day and whacked up in the dark
I had to stay up out the way, it was getting bizarre
Let me talk my shit
I got niggas who
like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real killers
Hush gang, ain't
fault that your bitch she be choosing (Yo Bitch)
I never talk shit man I do it (Do It)
I’m in the spot cooking dope like it’s noodles
Shoutout the fein
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 fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my
As this G s*** begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest n**** breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my
Holy moly
I got manz like Ali
Im so high like molly
I go print like polly
I’m so fine and dolly
I look like a lolly
Tease me like Yo Gotti
I need
a hobby and I move just like a chief ( Like A Chief )
You can tell me that you love me but I know that talk is cheap ( Talk Is Cheap )
Ain't tryna be yo
a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck
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
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
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
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
lines
Real talk, stand up dude
Said how you like Jamie Foxx to replay you? He said yea that's cool
But under one circumstance,
you think he can bow my
of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll stomp one of you little
together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it real talk
And that s*** spreads all the way from LA
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