Lyrics:
tryna flip and
Drift with me that subliminal shit
Then bomb for you braggin' bitches
So prepare to get so so by some real Outlaw
(Well, I just heard some
do a backflip
(Bah bah bah)
You say that you rap, oh, you rap? (What?)
Pussy boy, fuck yo' tracklist (Fuck yo')
Pull out the strap or we scrap
Put you
influenced by the trap code
Gas floored once we maps goals
Straps load for those that act toad
Got these haters hot cause my raps cold
Got yo lady twat cause
They know wassup with me
She gone hit me up right when she lonely want my company
She be posing nude oh that's yo boo I'm trynna take a peek
Got
And they be rolling through yo mothafuckin' shit in the glasshouse
Actin' bad with the flashers on
Makin' niggas get they asses on
'Cause ain't no
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
[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
nigga with a gap?
I'm not a dyke but I keep me a strap
I got two bad bitches, them bitches black
Fly in the air, we smokin' on thrax
How you a black nigga
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
do is copy
Knock yo ass out cold with the 1-2 you thought my name was Rocky
Wrap yo ass up in some plastic fuck yo bitch she call me papi while she
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
You're not born a criminal
Criminals are made by the society
And the mother of all crime
Is miseducation
And the father of all crime is
Economic
that a lot of the
Flows you have have been used
So stop with your phony chats and slews
I'm big
You can tell by the bars I strap and chat
Other MCs, put
do it but mama we good
I mix my problems with a little bit of karma and comas. Financially good (AND)
I mix my wock by the liter they follow the leader
around
They call me lil fivie (Baow)
Put my niggas on
Like yo gotti (Uh)
I'm a big dawg
You a lil puppy
I'm top two
Ask about me
I ain't number two
You can
bitch
Pull up on party tip
I said I'm finna fuck yo bih
I bark up like an ostrich
I beat the booty with a stick
I tried to lick the Gotti whip
But
on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride
And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die
don’t know, better ask somebody
Villanous like the late John Gotti
Layin in bed, my strap by my side
Home invasion if they get inside
They’ll all be dead
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I been there - been there
Done that - done that
You got guns? - we got guns...
Yo, I got straps - we got straps
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
Table teaspoons
Fake goons with balloons shit it out
Make room
How them niggas ate strait tunes yo
Horror flick scriptures
Godfather flicks
They already know not to play with the Playa
Fuck around and get sprayed by the Playa (Lord, help me)
Pull the strap out, pop 'em with the gat gat
Fuck
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