[part i]
[intro]
Gotti, gotti
Niggas already know i do this shit, it ain't nothin' new
And i'm playin' with it
[verse]
Fuck the opps, you can tell 'em i said it
Man down, niggas gon' need a medic (frrt, paa)
Countin' green with my niggas, i spread it
Addicted to it, you know i got a fetish (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She was asleep, she don't know where i'm headed
Copy prolly but you don't know the method
Sloppy toppy, she gon' give it 'til seven
Tote the choppa, nigga, don't you get shredded
If it's up, nigga, i ain't gon' debt it
Tonka truck pulling up, it's unleaded
I was stuck, but i made it to heaven
Out of luck, runnin' up with the weapon
Shawty fronted on me, no, i ain't sweat it
Almost stunted on me 'til i got lettuce
Tell the truth, it ain't shit you can edit
In the booth, like this shit armageddon
Got a message saying that she regret it
Ignore the bitch, i treat her like a peasant
It's a dub, it's a wrap, it's a present
"how you doin', gotti?" i was just checking
Bitch, i'm good, you know i leave 'em guessin'
In the hood, you know my niggas steppin'
In the woods on vacay and i'm sexin'
Fuck me good, take away from the stressin'
Caught a glock, man, down on the forearm (faa, faa)
I forgot, nigga, i don't know no one
Silly thot, she gon' fuck if i roll one
I was shot, thinking you was a slow one
I was not, i woke up, had to blow one
Cold world, but you know it's a gold one (gold)
If i'm in it, then you know that you all one
Do or die, niggas know that you gon' run, pussy
[part ii]
[intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you ho-ass nigga
My cousin came home, he ot
Yeah, gang
[verse]
My cousin came home, he ot
Nigga diss, he die, i'm od
Clip on my hip, like a old freak (poo, poo, poo-poo-poo-poo, bah)
He get hit with this bitch and it's obvi'
I'ma flip on the strip, like i'm jowly
Put a scope on a nigga, in the nose bleeds
Don't be posting me, bitch, i'm too lowkey
Don't get comfortable, bitch, like i won't leave
Why you want me? you fucked all my homies (wrong)
Give that pussy to me, like a proceed
Moving straight out to cali and grow seeds
Ship it straight back to cleveland and blow trees
I was down on my ass, i had nothin'
Nigga playin', we gon' get to bussin' (rah, rah, rah)
Nigga playin', we gon' show him somethin'
Get to shooting that shit, like russians (grrah)
Out of luck and caught a concussion
'cause that .40 just knocked off his muffin (bwah, bwah, bwah)
I'm on tour with this bitch and she blushin'
Grab this sweater and i turn him to nothin'
Nigga, it's nothing, yeah (boo, boo, bah)
[outro]
Armageddon, tote the weapon, yeah
Yeah