winter, I goin back to Cali, I gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10, on my way to
Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up
i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands
on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move
got riped. So I aint gotta act like, I'm on top of, or in front of them, If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them, Listenn I'm a different kind of
s breathtaking, it has your favorite rapper sounding ass- (asth)-matic. I keep the rhyme striking them Cause I sparkle like a diamond and shine like a gem- (gen)-shu. Not caring who I offend I
of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get
some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout a pencil Lookit what the fuck you done got into I see you found yo niche,
that shit Sneak up on 'I'm right, feel me? Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga I got everything, youknowImean? They ain't gotta do nothing,
He was drunk, he was talkin' real fast So I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blast Where exactly we gon' get this cash? I gotta ill Gotti Gigante
: (feat. Yo Gotti & Yung Ralph) [Intro: Yo Gotti] It's ya boy yo gotti Chea Gucci mane the flare My nigga Ralph in here Zaytoven on the beat nigga And
] I got lots of bags I got lots of cash I got lots of swag girl I'm all about a sack I jus got a pack that stupid crazy threat I mite smoke this whole
well as anyone he is one in 5 billion For your offspring?s health it?s worth all those tears But I really think you can let go of that fear Chorus I remember
I fed Like you shit I got rhymes push that shit like weight My nigga Lincoln help me navigate Thru this hate retaliate, it's official I got that bomb,
three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! [El Sadiq] Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot And I'ma dead these wannabe
talk junk Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit I
every bitch you like I told her, "It's Jay-Day and Hit-You-Night" You wanna, see me again you gotta get two dice I got rules I can't hit you twice, you
