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I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each
What it do doc This ya boy yo gotti You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates And this is gangsta shit Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
the islands Fuck a black ball go to war like John Gotti Mexican hit make em board up the bodies I throw out that k it blow Ronda Rousey
keep going You sit in the lobby you need loans Get rich like I'm Roddy with three phones And my wrist on Yo Gotti's with clean stones I'm talking VV's
[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
the king LeBron Gotti wit all his rings Im supreme Coach killer Bitch whos callin shots? Covid killer Cock the glock make em drop the watch Thats how you'll
Daniels I'ma shine like candles in a blackout You guaranteed to fall before the last bout Fuckin' wit' Ruthless you assed out The size of these guns'll
And started to whistle I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him We gon win Anybody test him i stretch em Pulled em by the collar and hollered Yo pull
one shot ass J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you Why would you fuck with me Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
one shot ass J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you Why would you fuck with me Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
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
see-muthafuckin' Murder, Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me Chorus [Fiend] 2X Don't cry now Nigga, don't wine now
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?" I duck the party, who said they saw me? Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti They gon' judge your
Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We takin what's yours we do
better kneel When you see me comin Big Scoob got em runnin Sex when I flex I catch Wreck on the world tour With dough in my pockets big Like the Biscuit's
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo (You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up) The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
shine Figaro on the low, let thеse niggas know Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know When I came through the door I bang with the four Motherfucker,
yourself for nobody When she act up I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti I swear to god I'm sacked up Blitzing shit like we the packers Niggas actors
pissy little cousin Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on You're not scarin' the X,
spare parts yo body delicate and fine like rare art (Chorus) Mash the gas got the car racing Smoking gas like a Jamaican In my lap got ya heart racing
Gotti, I order hits (boom) Had to take a trip to the islands, find out my origin (ah) We just tryna ball like a tournament, shine like an ornaments
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Oh I got 'em mad now) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Oh I got 'em mad) Oh I got 'em mad, they can't knock me off my shine Thought I told
in my Chevy 'Vette Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy See the boy, see
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt) Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt) QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC) Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy) We ain't tryna rob, that's just
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