Lyrics:
When Tharson go to war couldn't call it off if I called him
Needle into my skin no pretendin' be somewhat therapeutic
While in my lair in the air
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
[Chorus: x2]
The world is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
'Cause they don't understand me And while I'm
Holdin up I know you
can put your hands up
But it don't stands up
So bring your mans up
Anybody, yo, I shot em with the shotie
Word to Gotti, I need a puddy
I'm shittin, my
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta
D-Gotti
Lil' Redd from H.S.E., my partna Kano
It's going down baby, a lil' some'ing like this ha
[Hook]
Say whoo, swoop the coupe off the showroom flo'
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
want nothin' more than to see my niggas eat with me
But my enemies want nothin' more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)
[Repeat: x2]
The world is
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
me brain
Til ain't no knowledge
Swap the brown for the chriss
Ain't have no guidance
Now I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
working hard
Rimuru all in my own world
I been fighting wars in the stars tho
I'm talking some shit hella far tho
Speaking light years
Gargantia
Need
see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
Yeah, ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin' nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's
a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it (yo)
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel
time Gotti got
(What! What! What! What!)
Yo, yo
Ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plane
The other smoke chronic like straight
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
that fucking strap
I'ma blow yo fucking back
Thumb you like a fucking tack
World War
World War
World War
World War
World War
World War
Drill sergeant
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My nigga
Mic, mic motherfuckin' check in this bitch
Mic check, one, two
Ah, let's go, yeah, uh huh
Ayo, Daringer, turn me up some
Niggas gotta feel this
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