Lyrics:
kick
I rap raunchy
You can't off me by killing me softly
Shit'll get costly
I'll off these dicks
I cause harm with bars I flip
They strongly pick
be up in the streets with the Jeep doors missing
3 K's up in the whip, finally lynch him
Hard with the strap, but without it, no difference
We'll beat
what tha fuck thats tha motherfucking laws lets flush this dope
Fuck fuck fuck man
Followed by the driver of the blue monte carlo, come out with your
Single, I'm single (It's Yo Gotti) Go go go go go
It's gonna rock up in the building (Go, go)
Single single single, single, single (I know)
I'm
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
will make him Tango
See I done broke up out them chains call me Jango
Boy you get wrong hit yo sister not yo main h*e
Pull up with some boddit sh*t
Two
just got speed, nigga
I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
Life is but a getaway dash
My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
I'm drawin' weapons with
It's a block war
Strap yo nuts on and go outside
It's a block war
The only way to win is if they die
It's a block war
Gotta turn evil and go slide
callin hits like John Gotti (Mob boss)
He keep talking about what he gone do (What)
If you gone push up go with yo move (On god)
Standing my ten ain't got
and feel alive
So grab them games and swing by
It's my duty to weaponize
With a large coke and extra fries
Yes my eyes are on the prize
But I take a break
own
I aint need noones hand to pull me up by them straps
I was born to the things that i do, thats that
Yo
Forget what they been tellin you, im doing
[Ne-Yo]
Oh, hey!
[Game]
Picture me and my gangsta girl,
Riding with the top back.
Banging Ne-Yo, my neck free yo,
My SOX hat,
Tilted
in house in my Ray Bans
Feeling like Gotti with the shotty, I'ma made man
Fuck I robbed my man for a couple pounds
'Cause he was up, I'm down
have no strap
Lil’ nigga where was you at
When we was ridin’ with blicks
Slidin’ doing hits
Fuckin’ opps bitch
Catchin’ plays and shit
Lil’ nigga where
have no strap
Lil’ nigga where was you at
When we was ridin’ with blicks
Slidin’ doing hits
Fuckin’ opps bitch
Catchin’ plays and shit
Lil’ nigga where
it consume
Sweep these niggas, now get my broom
Been that nigga since outta the womb
Yo bitch good with head, now finna get groomed
Now my bitch asking
fucking wit bosses uh
Taking yo bitch out to Gotham uh
Holding my strap in my pocket uh
Holding my strap imma cock it uh
All of my bands in my wallet uh
have no choice, they tell 'em Gotti do this thang
Disrespect that clique, eat a two-piece with the Flame
I'm reppin off that East Side, ain't never been
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
could've never spent
I lived in a place where you ain't never been
Tell me this
If they pull a strap on yo friend, is y'all still friends
If you made
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
strap tell me "VECT motherfucker You're Born 2 Die"
1 to the chest & 1 to the dome
Well if them villains catch you slipping then yo' ass is gone
Aim yo
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