Lyrics:
Cause I'm in need of my vitamin's
Found my own way with no guidance, Ian need no guidance
The strap on my side it stay by me
Do my dirty work in silence,
you wanna eat
You single if I want you bae
Yo' nigga know what's up with me
Niggas get in they feelings over these women then try come for me
I'ma
holler, "Who that?"
I did a feature, they pay with Biscotti (smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder
[Verse 4 - James Gotti]
Okay
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
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
Aye lil Kay got packed
Ima pull up with too many straps
Fuck TJ that nigga a rat
Spin through yo block ima blitz through the back
Aye lil Kay got
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
you got some hash to hit?
Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit
(What you talkin bout?) Everybody's got questions and shit
(Hey yo, what's up with
Gotti, Sydney, faced it
Said I'm never going waste a Baecation,
We sliding places like the Himalayans
You know that I'm jacking ya mood
I'm with you no
grime
Business, listen up yo
I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne
But god forgive me if I lose my temper
Two minute phone call to a gang member
Shots
yet
The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues
Politicin' with the Presidents and VPs
See me on TV sippin' keyed weed or on your local
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin, what you
like to flex
I like to flex
I’m goin up
Private choppas and jets
They watchin me
Just to see what comes next
Strap came with extension, like I’m triple x
out
Surrounded by them cash cows, chasin bags now
So i gotta keep the strap now, nigga back down
Like mick foley with mask, get yo ass smack down
We
it off yeah (Take it off)
Ethika draws mixed with Dior (Ethika Dior)
Drippy I'm sauced baby (Drip)
I'm iced out like Gotti (Like Gotti)
My price up
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
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)
And I'm ridin' with 'em
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I used to get the pack when I was young (Me
them foes
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin,
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
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