Lyrics:
the 9 (The 9)
You cannot step with the guys (With the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky
(In the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (Fried)
Try
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck n****
Big
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
for me to shake back
And nigga I could up that rod without no problem, push yo tape back
And I can't leave without my strap
And I can't leave without my
or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Ayo, Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
Started with 40 rounds now it's an empty Box
Just like yo girl until she met my dick
(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
Trap be still doin' numbers
Big Gotti still got runners
Twenty years straight no fumbles
Wildlife, nigga, from
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
might have to start packin now
Way too many John gottis not no more Pacquiaos
Niggas get a strap and start to think that they invincible
Bitch I'm from
And what I have to say (J. Dean Bitch!) pay attention bae Yo!
Take a look at me now an up and coming boss
Faked the hook with the cross you know I'm dipped
you, you know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
Came in with yo' hoe
Came in with a pole
Selling coke and on the road
Serving coke
like a mail stamp
Amps and beats, technics is what I come with,
Gangsta's and pimps and balla's is who I fuck with
FUCK nobody safe when I see
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
Weed got a strong aroma
Got the glocks from Arizona
Servin' packs up like a Toma
Burn yo nose like ammonia
Got the strap and my diploma
Ship
of shit I'm dealing with
I can't lie I try but i can't let you get too close to me
How I'm suppose to have yo back you turned around and stole from me
afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
Quavo
love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper
with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages
Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps
Twistin' off
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