't get killed) [Yo Gotti] It's hard to except The cards I was dealt The life that I chose ??? A life full of crime A bag full of dimes A hood full of
Look here, you know what I mean I done did a lot of shit in my life Yo Gotti, street raised, street paid I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch Pop my
[Verse 1] My home boy rico, fell in love wit kesha Full time freak bitch part time teacher Me and kesha cool cuzz I use to fuck tammy That's her lil sista
fender, see I full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter, I goin back to Cali, I gotta get that light
billion, take yo broke ass home Motherfucker You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big Take yo broke
with this midget arm See I was star born, you can call me born star I be fuckin' ho's like a full time porn star Yeah, I got a hood bitch fetish I don
it off until everybody's gone Allstar homie, keep a hell of a price Cash Money still a army and I earn my stripes [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Yo Gotti] I'm
out, and bet I get another one tonight Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body Or when they free Gotti
cost, we gon' spend it Buy it, never rent it Now, when you suckin' my dick, baby girl, put yo' face in it Get it, get it girl, get it girl, make yo'
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
the sixth grade, whut Had syphaliss three times, whut Commited mad felony crimes, whut Been a week I ain't washed my ass, whut Flunked outta special 'ed class, whut I'd slap John Gotti
, elites and the chief Soldiers we better take heed and realize Signs of the times, stand by yo nine Watch out for tha haters and write yo' rhymes But
Bitch Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then
that??? tooken Headed Southbound out of town with a pound of the brown Fuck the fun, I??¦ gettin mon, it??? no time to fuck around I gotta stash full
t be denied The Jekyll and Hyde, that Bonnie and Clyde, you dig? No regrets, no stress, never vex, no You take your time, you got time, you the next, yo
session, no time for second guessin' Frontin' or fessin', we full court pressin' Testin', any in our way learn a lesson Forever in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson We ain't got no time
whip game proper And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight
, who's next or gonna be first The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes Yo, the