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JOHN GOTTI

 

JOHN GOTTI

(专辑: FALCON OF THE MILLENNIUM - 2022)


(I'm working on dying)
Yeah
Yeah, I got a bet, if I rip this shit, I'ma text that ho back
If I don't rip it, I ain't gon' text
Ayy

White or the brown, it's going down like I'm Yung Joc or something
Never going broke, I'm in her throat yellow bone top me up
Shark in the water, these fuck niggas like tilapia
(You bring the beat up right here)
Got my bag, then I ranned it up
Rari smash, do the dash, going fast on 'em
She left her lashes in my bathroom, had to spaz on her
Yeah, got my bag and it grew legs, yeah, ran on 'em
Yeah, fuck twelve, Glock 10, let it blast on 'em
Pop, yeah, I'm popping in this bitch, why you sidelinin'?
Can see me from the nosebleeds on the floor popping
Yeah, she wanna cut it off and take it with Lorena Bobbitt
I don't know who got killed, I—

Call me John Gotti
Bitch, I don't talk to nobody
Check them off the list, my dogs need more bodies
Checked your resume and you niggas is nobodies
And no, I ain't here to play, I'm surgical, who shot ya?

10K these bitches on the beach like I'm a [?]
Play the game and tell your lil' friends stop tryna bag me
Forty-two pillows, it look like one of her ass cheeks
Don't want no inny outie if you don't look like Vashti
I been getting rich, lil' nigga, tax me
We got all the birds, call us Zaxby's
Bad bitches fuck me without asking
I got thot bitches acting classy
Bags coming in, we finna ball 'til we fall
10K in ones got a broke nigga sobbing
Chrome Hearts beanie, bitch, I'm Jim Jones balling
Bad bitches fuck with me, don't give a fuck who don't (Bitch)
I tell Honda got that work sliding softly
I bought the work when I touched down Milwaukee
Hit me on my Batphone or hit me on the walkie
Pulling on her collar like her first name Bootsie

Call me John Gotti
Bitch, I don't talk to nobody
Check them off the list, my dogs need more bodies
Checked your resume and you niggas is nobodies
And no, I ain't here to play, I'm surgical, who shot ya?

Pop, yeah, I'm popping in this bitch, why you sidelidin'?
Can see me from the nosebleeds on the floor popping
Yeah, presidential when you suck it Monica, yeah, Donald
I don't know who got killed, I—

I don't know who got killed, I—
I don't know who got killed, I—
I don't know who got killed, I—

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