Lyrics:
Aye
Lil' Haitian Gotti Like that there, yeah yeah
Haha
I got them, mmm
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
money on Twitch
Bitch I'm a john like gotti no wick
Pull up on your block with the
Living my life in purple and blue
Reach for my chain
Get yo ass in
around
They call me lil fivie (Baow)
Put my niggas on
Like yo gotti (Uh)
I'm a big dawg
You a lil puppy
I'm top two
Ask about me
I ain't number two
You can
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors
the wack, who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin' eyebrows
I comin' through to
About to get set
So act like WU
on this bitch, And i'm feeling like Yams'
Fuck on this bitch like ooh (Ooh)
Fuck on this bitch in the coupe like ooh (Ooh)
Cracking a seal, And popping
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
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
I know it's in you, find your growth
Can't see you like this anymore
Oh by the way
The girls with yams finally want me
But let's be honest, passed
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
pants, yeah acne on my pants
Watch me do my dance yeah
Ali do yo dance
This a winter time killa motivated by the sunlight
Haters rollin in but they
yam za pa khpl dunya k
I'm lost in my own imagination
Naasta ghwaram sta pa khwa k : I want to sit besides you
Yo naashta shaan fizza ke : and feel
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