John Gotti
First off, bitch, my life is Baghdad (Thank You Fizzle)
Woofin' on the net, then he got stripped
where was his strap at? (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
A hundred fifty in a trash bag, time to shake him up
We tip the strippers, we strip the strippers
It's the mob, bitch, we kill the killers
Beat it up, beat it up, yeah, Thriller Manila
Minks and bling, don't leave out the chinchillas
Double R, Rolls-Royce Dawn, you niggas know the deal with me
I'm a boss, never get robbed, niggas could only steal from me
But then some 12-year-olds come out and drill for me
Think about it, do you want these problems literally?
The grim reaper out, and he don't show no sympathy
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
See an opp in traffic, hit him up, nigga, 2Pac
The crime report and ballistics say he died from two Glocks
I know he ran his mouth, but did you have to knock his shoes off?
.40 with a dick, let it squeeze, it got blue balls
He'll be trippy red if he playing with my blue hundreds
66 shots, another six at Jimmy Neutron
I'm on demon time, don't you ever get too big headed
Beef on the plate, shrimp, lobster, steak, eat with me
Instead, you worry 'bout always tryna compete with me
Swimming with the fishes like he tryna find Nemo
Got shark in the water, a great white, he seafood
Dumbass spent his whole life tryna be Deebo
A hundred shells drop, cock back mops and reload
That Black Lives Matter shit is so 2003 bro, ugh
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
Shit, nigga, John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Shit, grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
Shit, John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
Woofin' on the net, then he got stripped
where was his strap at? (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
A hundred fifty in a trash bag, time to shake him up
We tip the strippers, we strip the strippers
It's the mob, bitch, we kill the killers
Beat it up, beat it up, yeah, Thriller Manila
Minks and bling, don't leave out the chinchillas
Double R, Rolls-Royce Dawn, you niggas know the deal with me
I'm a boss, never get robbed, niggas could only steal from me
But then some 12-year-olds come out and drill for me
Think about it, do you want these problems literally?
The grim reaper out, and he don't show no sympathy
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
See an opp in traffic, hit him up, nigga, 2Pac
The crime report and ballistics say he died from two Glocks
I know he ran his mouth, but did you have to knock his shoes off?
.40 with a dick, let it squeeze, it got blue balls
He'll be trippy red if he playing with my blue hundreds
66 shots, another six at Jimmy Neutron
I'm on demon time, don't you ever get too big headed
Beef on the plate, shrimp, lobster, steak, eat with me
Instead, you worry 'bout always tryna compete with me
Swimming with the fishes like he tryna find Nemo
Got shark in the water, a great white, he seafood
Dumbass spent his whole life tryna be Deebo
A hundred shells drop, cock back mops and reload
That Black Lives Matter shit is so 2003 bro, ugh
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
Shit, nigga, John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Shit, grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
Shit, John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
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Writer(s): Alec Michael Tolkin, Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Josh David Goldenberg
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