Yo Gotti - Interview lyrics

rate me

I’m like hello, goodbye

Welcome to the world of the gangsters

We will make you famous

One in the hole bullet come out of the chamber

Penetrate your brain, motherfucker we dangerous

Got em like hold up, slow down, fuck that

Hands in the air, face on the ground

You know what it is, it’s that big heat, one d

All night, no sleep, one key

Broke down in 36 oz’s

One beat, one mike, one tape,

Got it right

Chain like a light bulb Watch look like a spotlight

Lemon head chain, lemon heads in my wrist game

…hot yellow ho wit head, lemon head bitch game

Speak game, south nigger, critics that we couldn’t flow

Trap house, wide open, money out the side door

I’m a street nigger, what the fuck I’m gonna hide for

Rob me, I got too much pride to let it slide ho

Murder ,murder, murder, man I swear to god

Body in the driveway, head in the front yard

Chopper bullet super large

They will go through your bedroom, bathroom

Come back out your car garage

Never been the type to flauge if I get it then I get it

If I don’t I’m trying to get it

Nigger life hard bitch gave cool massage

I thought she liked me, ATL bad bitch I guess she like my Gt

… see tomorrow, nigger I be blowing money like it ain’t tomorrow

You can catch me in the kitchen trying to get it harder

He ain’t working out, hit him with a limo water

Any questions?

Man I’m right back, same track, like I never left

Had a crack sack posted up till theres nothin left

This my hood life nigger, so you know we going rep

Had the hundred k lexus the one that park itself

If I talk to the car, the car talk back

It gonna be like gotti where the fuck my top part at?

I’m like I lost it, put it up

Whole car, tinted up offset deep dish wheels im killin em

Lots of niggers rap about work, I ain’t feeling them

Fairy tale dope boy, their numbers ain’t real enough

Wanna be a street nigger, try to get hot

Think its good till they stupid ass gets popped

Then they wanna turn pop, Brittany Spears ass nigger last week he was runnin round like he tupac

see these niggers… who they say they is

Do us a favor, tell the world who you really is

They be like lito what you doing?

You know, sticking to the g code, grinding

Getting gwap, moving cheap o's going so hard

In the paint I’m shooting free throws

Extended clip ten niggas get two or three holes

… yeah shoot at this hoes

When you see they vehicles

…you know how the beef goes

What I’m gonna sleep for

Never slip, no,

Extra clip for the pistol

Try to get above the streets, but I still tip toe

Haters talking plenty shit

Why they don’t just kill them though?

Niggers ain’t seeing me, I guess I’m invisible

Street niggers say I give them hoe

Real bitches know,

Lot of niggers just be rapping shit that I that i done did before

Lot of these niggers pitiful, putting on but really broke

I just grind hard and profit plenty cause my ticket low

Lito, gotta say shoot them and they shot

By the time he see the red dot, he already drop, pop pop

Trash bag full of that crop, 50 50 pounds of mid I ain’t trying to see a block

on my hip a big glock like I’m trying to be a cop

But I’m not, if you plot, then you trying to be shot

Chopper bullets burn if you trying to be hot An artist that will shoot ya thats what I&E got from a block with big rocks like my timepiece got

When they say that they are real

Just reminds me that they not…Starlito bitch....

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