Lyrics:
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
have known by now..
Yo Dre (what's up?) *Bang*
Boy ya should have known by now...
Yo Dre (what's up?) *bang*
Boy ya should have known by now, Eazy duz
on the doe
I'm just tryna figure out what you mindin' my business for
Why you ridin round head down pick yo seat up
How you half steppin better pick yo fuckin'
tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I
Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti
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
they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
Right by the ways for niggas who won't play
Got birds for niggas who won't pay, and they
Goin for cheap dogg I got that yay
Bird Dogg
[Baby]
Aye, it's
the life
It goes bank teller, car dealer
Where the real niggas go, they be like Gotti
What's good nigga?
I reply shit, I'm just tryna get it
Full of hoes,
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
that new glock do,
You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2,
You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do,
You don't know what it is
A lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator
More bodies than John Gotti, the Lethal Weapon is slaying
Just open any book, that's ammo
Lord, pick up the chrome, Lord
Can I blame you, Lord, for needin'a feed what's yours
Got a wife that you love, yet you still lust whores
And I'm
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
[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
boys, to the big time
[K] Yeah
[T] The big time..
[T] We're checkin all our hizzes, and handlin all our business
[K] Handle that
[T] Hey yo, pour me
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
ain't never mistreated me
Okay, this the intro, so I'ma set the mood (what's up?)
You thinkin' twice? I am too (yeah) so ain't none of you niggas cool
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've
just another drone spyin on us, mayne
(mayne) it's a new world order
At least that's what I read (read)
And big brother is watchin
I just heard somebody
Intro
SHUT UP!
(hmmm)
Forever Music,
(ahh haaa, ahh haaa)
yo Welda,
Gazaman,
(Choppa nuffi loud, money affi nuff)
(Choppa nuffi loud, money affi
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
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