Lyrics:
CHORUS
Who was there when you needed love and affection
Nobody tryna get you to act right like yo gotti it go down in the dm girl u copy
It was clear
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
where my bitches at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's
bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the slack black
I'm hittin' blackjack in the casino when I mack slap
What you want
meant by sippin' drank the color we all knowin'
With that shit the same color as a airport
[Hook:]
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat
or in hell's Armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little (yo, yo
?
You the type that need a wife
Thought L-O-X told y'all the key to life
Asshole, yo I don't play around, I lay it down
Fuck around, I spray
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
[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
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
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here
Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my bitches at what?
Yo they
my shit)
Twitter fingers u a rat (Rat)
It's quiet we know where you at
It's quiet we run in yo flat
Stomp you out leave yo brain on a mat
Mind my
tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m
Last nigga tried got bodied
Hit 6 times with a shotty
Fed don't even know who did the body
Bitch I feel like I'm John Gotti
So fuck you and ya squad
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
They like "Fadah where you hidin" I'm nowhere hold up
They like "Fadah is you matching" I'm like duh roll up
They like "Fadah you still angry" I'm
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
Stay strapped!
Ya know how that south
And that west is
That east side a jungle, too
You could come 50 deep
If you ain't right?
They gon' run yo
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
I can't dap you without hand san'
I don't know where your dirty ass hands been
I wake up to like a hundred texts
Championship team, but we can't
y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
(I ain't
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