Lyrics:
Been on da road i been gone too long
I been trynna get some money
Gotti can you please come home
My bitch called me say she love me
I'm hanging up if
to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step
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
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
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
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
you like the first part
In Menace I I Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of Pain
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step
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
two straps like we dykein'
Drivin' on the highway, it's pounds of exotic by the tire
Yo Gotti came and snatched me out the jungle with the lions
It
them bricks of hard, I be sellin' like Yo Gotti (Work)
And your bitch a doll (Trapaholics, drop this shit), yeah, she suck the dick so sloppy (Splash)
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
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
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
that bitch and I raise the roof
Niggas be cappin', they rat in they raps
I'm Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti, got the proof
Big black Drac', I call that
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
nigga my gunna shoot good
Hang out the impala I'm blowing a wood
My shooter in here off a molly and good
I'm plotting on niggas I feel like
I'm suge got
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop
My nigga ICE, twice as nice
El
through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down freak as I
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper
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