Lyrics:
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
(Thot, smash)
I count my racks with a strap (Strap)
In a Hellcat doin' laps (Skrt skrt)
Then it's right back to the trap (Trap)
No kizzy
So many
On the block with narcotics
Serve it straight out the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard
oooowwwweeee
My homie tryna put you on a pretty white t
Gotti Gotti i aint stutter i paint you red
Behind that one thats word to my mother
Jigga with that shotty
have yo ass on the news Cause all I see is
Duct tape and bandanas
And I'm riding with niggas unloading them hammers
Surrounded by fakers and scammers
I’m from just for hanging outside
And don’t think I’m alone keep them apes by my side
I don’t like to do threats they fuck with my vibe
You gone do it
Slaughterhouse, it's a wrap
38 spec shit, rounds in the strap
Tryna get off the last ounce in the track
My OG's in the 'Lac, bouncin' to Zapp
That's our
Yo man, you gotta be, you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers
Yo man, you gotta be, you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
Bitch we be chilling
Kick back in PB
Ride by the opps with the strap in the seat
And it's bitch fuck the cops until I'm RIP
Hope you stay broke if
Mannie, fly like the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
code, fuck Illuminati!
Only secret society is Rap-A-Lot
And John Gotti (Gotti)
This Halliburton contracts and
War profiteerin' (teerin)
With Cheney
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
and you can't speak
With a voice to inspire yo' people
That don't mean you woke
Cause you can't sleep
Over the years we both battled cats
But yo' style
ain't letting Up
Swerving in a big body
Fuck nigga I'm the new John Gotti
I keep the mob with me and we Strap like the army pussy ass Nigga this a gangsta
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
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