Lyrics:
two straps like we dykein'
Drivin' on the highway, it's pounds of exotic by the tire
Yo Gotti came and snatched me out the jungle with the lions
It
round there we gone leave him dead
Bitch nigga you heard what I said
The five five six hit em in the head
Ride my stick bitch use yo legs
The drive by
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat
around with that Glock 17
Green apple snapple get touched by that beam
We got them straps like we play for the team
Hey, what did I tell you?
Chop up yo
sounds
Run thru ya shit lay erri body down
Touchdown like I'm Yo Gotti
Niggaz done bought 100 straps
But ain't shot nobody
Fuck you sayin nigga
Pops in
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui
I'ma kill 'em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I'm
get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime (hmm)
My time as shorty was full of car chases (woo)
While runnin' with John Gotti's
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
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
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
and put slugs in yo' ass
Hit the gas and smash and bought heat for yo' ass
Niggas don't know, when it's faulty, we settle the sco'
Bodies surrounded by
ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is
K-Blaze on the beat
(Kainan baby)
You can't catch a rolling stone
You tryna' bring down the nation by causin' confusion
Illusion
Infusion and all
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
Crossin my niggas is not recommended,
Tempted to put you in a life long body cast
You best guard yo shit when the shotty blast
More straps than John Gotti
Money, Geto Boys and Underground Kingz
Wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard
Learn to move or get hit with the John Gotti charge
I pray you
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
Gotti, Gotti was
With Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz
Let me begin then explain
I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed
Stuck
what the Glock is cookin'?
Rip yo candy ass with a desert recipe book
From Watts to Brooklyn
Then your watch get tooken
While four racist cops is lookin'
lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And
This here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just
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