Lyrics:
half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
or where you're from, West or East
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
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag,
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag,
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
that n- in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them n- actin up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo
the collar at?
Then you follow that nigga (Ohh, fake drama)
Callin me included, of the zeros
The three comas
Where's it soundin like Gotti like
Press they not
from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 1]
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you
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
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
on the Internet
And we see a motherfucking iTunes ad
Like, Yo Gotti January tenth
I mean shit kinda threw me for a loop
'Cause I didn't know nothing about it
on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug!
day
I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
It's time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
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
bricks of hard, I be sellin' like Yo Gotti (Ewok)
And your bitch a doll, yeah, she suck the dick so sloppy (Mula)
Ayy, Trapaholics
You niggas crazy,
my thought hold me back
I just hate being miss understood
Just stay where you stood I don't want no souls coming closer
Cause I made it out
the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 1]
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you
from or where you at
It take you wherever you wanna go
'Cause when you're in shany's world, man, it don't even matter
See, I go by the name of chink
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
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