Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace a catch a body And if you fuck around with Rayzor, I'm out my body Sideways, coupe be out my Whole clique up in Vettes, bitch we out our body And you disrespect it then it's kamikaze I just be with me a shooter I'm John Gotti
I feel like John (Put hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch) John 'Cause it ain't shit to a hit, I feel like John Gotti It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like Gotti
My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a of raw In Alexandria, it's nothing for to get it gone With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it Gon be a god in New like that nigga Daymond Landlord in the south like my nigga Corvette in front of David Ways screeching Lee Lucas Fuck nigga bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas (Free Lee Lucas) (Say Lee Lucas)
Beeto and bitch, I just got off the phone with 'em My old friends hatin, me the wrong signals My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong him? You got them college niggas fool, I be stone killers
Bet a lot pussy niggas to murder Brasi Boulevard, and a Maserati Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body And if you fuck around Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body Sideways, coupe be out my Whole clique up in Vettes, bitch we out our body And you ever disrespect it it's kamikaze I just be me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I like John Gotti (Put your down, when you talkin' to me, bitch) John 'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I like John Gotti It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel John Gotti
Praise to Allah, I was a god With the murder game I'm shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like it I love Bunker, but despite the love, I know what made him dislike it But me and in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she me to smash out and flash, I'd rather get cash Drika she bad and she bags Up in the Louis, Emilio I tell em it's Gucci when want them bands I got racks and no longer wear jewelry I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
I don't get I'm bout my business, and back sand I'm bout my business, and back selling I'm bout my business, and back selling I'm my business, and back selling sand
Bet a lot pussy niggas want to Brasi Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a a body And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my Sideways, coupe be out my Whole clique pull up in Vettes, we out our body And you ever disrespect it it's kamikaze I just be with me a shooter like I'm Gotti
I feel like John (Put your hands down, you talkin' to me, bitch) John 'Cause it ain't to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti It ain't to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti