"Gotti" lyrics
(808 Mel—)
(OrWot Productions)
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Hella trap talk, but they ain't seen no ten bricks
You ain't the plug 'cause your price comes expensive
And I ain't seen 'em in the field, they must be doin' benches
Even if they wasn't scorin' points, they come defenceless
You know we're trappin' hard, pull up in a SVR
Dig a down a yard, she love it, I ain't gotta take her Shard
Crash it on site like it's bumper cars
And at fourteen, I was lickin' shots, active like Demba Ba
We creep around, duck 'em down and take a nigga out
I been trappin' way before this rappin', I don't need no clout
Slim waist, big back, yeah, I like to see it bounce
But never put a bitch before the lizzy 'cause we love these pounds
Life's like a Merry-Go-Round, I've had ups, I've been downs
But right now, I'm doin' good 'cause I ain't seein' no droughts
For this lightskin, G, she goin' knees down
Mean mouth, talk verb', we send a couple Gs 'round
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly (Country Dons)
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Plugged love, workin' 'cause you know I'm consistent
Lines so busy, think I need an assistant
I heard that you lipsed it, I just beat, then I'm distant
Plug said, "It's comin', it's just loud on a shipment"
You ain't got the right equipment, knowledge or the vision
Smashin' through these bricks, I don't know 'bout demolition
VVS diamonds, you can come and check the [?]
Why do you think your girl wants to fuck? A niggas mad at me
Feds raid my drum and they're tryna look for waps
And keys, Lumberjack out in country 'cause I cut dem trees
Need a silence wap, I told the plug, "I got the Ps"
Been 'round so many dirty cats, its like I got the flees
Two phones, just like I'm Kevin Gates
My shqipez got dem hitters, they don't leave no trace
My whips like a cockpit, I just fly through space
She knows I'm better then her next man, she ain't gotta contemplate
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Look, I'm way too boujee for a honey trap
Can't say the same for dem, they're hella ugly, akh
More than a couple bags on the dots, there ain't no rust in that
They can never win, come let 'em try, this ain't no rugby match
I been to hell and back, so don't ask me to sell my wap
Bro said he needs a chopper, bought him, he don't need no helipad
I know they wanna get me bagged, I bet it sends 'em mad
Especially when they see my hitters flossin', they don't make no cash
She used to never wanna know me, now she let me smash
I used to look up to dem, broski, now I send 'em packs
Ride on us, no Under Armour, you won't ever last
She ride like a bike, but when I hit it, I ain't comin' fast
I had to cut 'em off cah all they done was set me back
I've already smoked this yute, but he ain't tryna get me back
M.O.B, a second act, teach you a lesson, akh
They splashin' on some bitches, I won't spend it, unless I make it back
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money (808 Mel—)
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly (OrWot Productions)
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
(OrWot Productions)
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Hella trap talk, but they ain't seen no ten bricks
You ain't the plug 'cause your price comes expensive
And I ain't seen 'em in the field, they must be doin' benches
Even if they wasn't scorin' points, they come defenceless
You know we're trappin' hard, pull up in a SVR
Dig a down a yard, she love it, I ain't gotta take her Shard
Crash it on site like it's bumper cars
And at fourteen, I was lickin' shots, active like Demba Ba
We creep around, duck 'em down and take a nigga out
I been trappin' way before this rappin', I don't need no clout
Slim waist, big back, yeah, I like to see it bounce
But never put a bitch before the lizzy 'cause we love these pounds
Life's like a Merry-Go-Round, I've had ups, I've been downs
But right now, I'm doin' good 'cause I ain't seein' no droughts
For this lightskin, G, she goin' knees down
Mean mouth, talk verb', we send a couple Gs 'round
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly (Country Dons)
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Plugged love, workin' 'cause you know I'm consistent
Lines so busy, think I need an assistant
I heard that you lipsed it, I just beat, then I'm distant
Plug said, "It's comin', it's just loud on a shipment"
You ain't got the right equipment, knowledge or the vision
Smashin' through these bricks, I don't know 'bout demolition
VVS diamonds, you can come and check the [?]
Why do you think your girl wants to fuck? A niggas mad at me
Feds raid my drum and they're tryna look for waps
And keys, Lumberjack out in country 'cause I cut dem trees
Need a silence wap, I told the plug, "I got the Ps"
Been 'round so many dirty cats, its like I got the flees
Two phones, just like I'm Kevin Gates
My shqipez got dem hitters, they don't leave no trace
My whips like a cockpit, I just fly through space
She knows I'm better then her next man, she ain't gotta contemplate
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Look, I'm way too boujee for a honey trap
Can't say the same for dem, they're hella ugly, akh
More than a couple bags on the dots, there ain't no rust in that
They can never win, come let 'em try, this ain't no rugby match
I been to hell and back, so don't ask me to sell my wap
Bro said he needs a chopper, bought him, he don't need no helipad
I know they wanna get me bagged, I bet it sends 'em mad
Especially when they see my hitters flossin', they don't make no cash
She used to never wanna know me, now she let me smash
I used to look up to dem, broski, now I send 'em packs
Ride on us, no Under Armour, you won't ever last
She ride like a bike, but when I hit it, I ain't comin' fast
I had to cut 'em off cah all they done was set me back
I've already smoked this yute, but he ain't tryna get me back
M.O.B, a second act, teach you a lesson, akh
They splashin' on some bitches, I won't spend it, unless I make it back
We got trap, rap money, that's all strap money (808 Mel—)
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly (OrWot Productions)
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
Got trap, rap money, that's all strap money
We famous now, I let my little nigga clap for me
She got back and body, shit, you know I smash it properly
She asked me, what's my hobby, money makin' like I'm Gotti
