"PABLO FINAL GOTTI version" lyrics
EST Gee & Yo Gotti Lyrics
I hate witnesses, opps, and opportunistses
I been winnin' for two decades straight, can teach you 'bout this shit
I survived the streets three decades straight, been thuggin' since a jit
I play quiet and dumb 'round niggas, shh, come knock off they shit
Half a mill', I was seventeen, thirty-two shot black
Extended clip in a Glock 17, buss down Rollie
I paid sixty-five, bricks was seventeen, I was charging twenty-four
Wasn't takin' nothin' in between
Wasn't takin' nothin' in between
And keep it kosher, bitch, I'm anti-social, watch how you approach him
I'm a hustler, I be havin' money, I'm not havin' motion, it's a difference
Hundred million, hundred chickens, ain't that different in the hood
No matter what rapper vouch, we still don't fuck with snitches in the hood
Keep your distance 'cause it's switches and it's tension in the hood
You trap or rappin' good, Yo Gotti might come and get you out the hood
Your price is pleasant, Geeski ready, he can move 'em out the hood
I popped elevens since 2011, I been heavy in my hood
I brought Gotti to my hood, put them choppas around him, he good
Couple opp niggas thought they could, pull up on Pop and watch me do it
He cannot get shot, you come, shit get tricky where I'm from
Misdirection play our jugg, case dismissed, shout out the judge
I'm so tied can't come undone, I'm so slime can't ride no gun
I got blind, got back in blood, not no puddle, a whole tub
Picked my brother up from the mud, help him run it up in a month
Meth and tons come with the bud, I'm the big fish, not my plug
It come from me, it's off the love, keep it all, I don't need none
Why they love me in my hood? All the thorough shit I've done
It get dangerous around black mud, free E Zo, they both took dubs
Biggest drove through Robin Wood, woulda done did 9 figures if the feds ain't run
Hundred million, hundred chickens, ain't that different in the hood
No matter what rapper vouch, we still don't fuck with snitches in the hood
Keep your distance 'cause it's switches and it's tension in the hood
You trap or rappin' good, Yo Gotti might come and get you out the hood
Your price is pleasant, Geeski ready, he can move 'em out the hood
I popped elevens since 2011, I been heavy in my hood
I been winnin' for two decades straight, can teach you 'bout this shit
I survived the streets three decades straight, been thuggin' since a jit
I play quiet and dumb 'round niggas, shh, come knock off they shit
Half a mill', I was seventeen, thirty-two shot black
Extended clip in a Glock 17, buss down Rollie
I paid sixty-five, bricks was seventeen, I was charging twenty-four
Wasn't takin' nothin' in between
Wasn't takin' nothin' in between
And keep it kosher, bitch, I'm anti-social, watch how you approach him
I'm a hustler, I be havin' money, I'm not havin' motion, it's a difference
Hundred million, hundred chickens, ain't that different in the hood
No matter what rapper vouch, we still don't fuck with snitches in the hood
Keep your distance 'cause it's switches and it's tension in the hood
You trap or rappin' good, Yo Gotti might come and get you out the hood
Your price is pleasant, Geeski ready, he can move 'em out the hood
I popped elevens since 2011, I been heavy in my hood
I brought Gotti to my hood, put them choppas around him, he good
Couple opp niggas thought they could, pull up on Pop and watch me do it
He cannot get shot, you come, shit get tricky where I'm from
Misdirection play our jugg, case dismissed, shout out the judge
I'm so tied can't come undone, I'm so slime can't ride no gun
I got blind, got back in blood, not no puddle, a whole tub
Picked my brother up from the mud, help him run it up in a month
Meth and tons come with the bud, I'm the big fish, not my plug
It come from me, it's off the love, keep it all, I don't need none
Why they love me in my hood? All the thorough shit I've done
It get dangerous around black mud, free E Zo, they both took dubs
Biggest drove through Robin Wood, woulda done did 9 figures if the feds ain't run
Hundred million, hundred chickens, ain't that different in the hood
No matter what rapper vouch, we still don't fuck with snitches in the hood
Keep your distance 'cause it's switches and it's tension in the hood
You trap or rappin' good, Yo Gotti might come and get you out the hood
Your price is pleasant, Geeski ready, he can move 'em out the hood
I popped elevens since 2011, I been heavy in my hood
Writer(s): George A. Stone Iii, John Carlos Ramirez, Alexandre Levesque
