Lyrics:
who knocks
Ain't control
Sauce it up
Sticking by the code is what I stand for
Always be on point cause niggas change up
Dying for attention
They want
changin' the topic
I treat all my hoes the same, Yo Gotti
I like when she ride it, she the pilot
Don't post my face, put me on yo' Locket
His time up, I'm
"Fuck yo, we gotta get this fuckin' loot, baby
We gotta get this loot
Yo back in the, yo remember back in the days
When shit, everything was all
the freak
Bought new pants and they came unzipped
iPhone charger yeah takin' yo whip
Legs on fire like I'm floating to pie
Take a detour, yeah see me come by
thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give
I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
[Gotti]
Yeah, no doubt, ugh
One time for the motherfuckin…
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is a Mannie Frishzzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle [whistles] I
Yon you’ion do the shi you use too
Wildin in this bitch I got the loose screws
Balling in this game alley hoop hoop
Grab her by the head then I lay her
You say you got yo blick, I got my blick, ok let's do it then
My young niggas be wildin', we some motherfuckin' hooligans
[Verse - FBG Dutchie]
On foe
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
Talking like
I know you like my style
(Oh yeah)
Talking like
I know you like me now
(On yeah)
Wildin on these beats
Can't hold me down
I'm amazing,
on a molly
Roll until the sun come up hands caress yo phat ass butt
Damn I really want this nut, fuck
Are you ready, breathin' heavy
Time movin' slow but you
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
Yo how you get hot and don't put ya man on
I keep the Three Fifty Seven like i'm Camron
So say my name nigga in ya damn song
And ima stick a pussy up
wildin out chea...
Bottle poppin and swisher twistin...
Niggas see me with different bitches and recognize that I’m Pimping pimping
Nigga charge it
that brand new Z06 don't want no fucking maserati
Ugly ass lil nigga got a big ass head like Yo Gotti
This hoe she be trippin tryna give me head your hoe
I'm hov or yo gotti
cll I'm missing is the numbers
cnd a Rolex on me
She use to say that it's the little things
But I'm the type to go and spend a lot
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
on my own
I bet not catch yo’ ass at none of my shows
I walk in this bitch with all of my bro’s huh
Me and my bro’s
Me and my
Boy you wildin’, thought
attention
Welcome to the fish fry where niggas get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
Lil Haitian Gotti like that there yeah yeah
Lil Haitian Gotti Like that there yeah, yeah
Bitch ever since a lil' youngin', I been thuggin', I swear
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