Lyrics:
ain't got no roof
Bitches by the two
Why you asking questions
Yeh I told you got no clue
Talking crazy cus we living it
Talking crazy cus we living it
to pray for me
Yo is it cool if I break
Would be nothing in my tank
If I was fueled by yo faith
(Uh)
I hate I'm beefing with my dawg
And we ain't been
cus' a nigga ain't me
For real though, yea for real though
Racks before raps, yea I got that real doe
Wiz keep fire so I smoke that kill doe
Keep it one
moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I’m at war baby girl I can’t do no friends
All these bands on me
nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
a lighthouse 'cus it's tall and bright
Check my phone I got fifteen miss calls I wonder why
And I can't fuck with them bitches there 'cus they ain't my type
Like
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
On the block with narcotics
Serve it straight out the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Nigga we not playin!
Zero tolerance for that fake
Shit get shot playin! That's how we on it
Yeah it's rap 'til we start sprayin!
When you see
it, cus she know she know she bad
I won't disagree w/ that
I know she got a man
So how i'm gon compete w/ that
Hope this shit never lasts
I pray that
Can you funk with it?
Can you funk with it?
Can you funk with it?
Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit
I got the mic in my hand and well
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
that sack cus aint no robbing me
Hell nah I cant give it back I stuffed it in my jeans
We gone tweak turning to a pack and smoke em like og
You dont
Cus we was just broke, man nicca was struggling
Money was coming in slow
Had to sleep by potnas cus we got problems , was sleeping from pillow to post
like three cribs, who'da thought? Rented one in LA, two was bought
In Atlanta, we slide with them gats, and yo' Flippa just got with the MAC
Ayy, catch
and never show up late
Yo we live and we die, stay real never fake
We love and don't hate and we here to tempt fate
You know it was never written, I had
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it
Young Noble:
Hey yo
Life is what you make it
We born to ball
I'm warning y'all
Why you think we born Outlawz
that lettuce
Yo bitch won't me to be all in her presence
I put my team on cus I am not selfish
She won't me come and put dick in her belly
After we
Flexing all this cash cus I really got it
I can tell I'm blessed, man just look what God did
Smoking cus I'm stressed I can't go without it
Make
She know im here for the night but I’ll gone by the morning,
Cus i still got some scars but fuck it that ain’t important,
I lived a helluva life if i
Working on myself lately I ain't been myself
Dealing with my health, what's the point in wealth
If I can't spend it myself
I know I'm not perfect,
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