A MOMENT WITH GOTTI (feat. Yo Gotti)

As real as it get

'Cause your favorite rapper been on my dick

I just was prayin' this thing drop me prolly fit in my piss

I told my mama I'm on

She told me, "Shut up and grip"

Purebred red nose pit, I trained him lay down and sit

They tried boxin' me in

But I ain't flinchin', I ain't nothin'

I send 'em, they comin', I don't pay 'em nothing under a hunnid

He took off runnin' but stumbled

Got his head turned to a pumpkin

Plus my sons in abundance, they know they daddy been thuggin'

Even though I know they mama make me, show I love 'em with money

I'm the king of the jungle but they ain't vote me the leader

I undercut my competers although it's cheaper, it's ether

Rush him, puttin' it in the freezer, pray it don't clog up his needle

I'm gon' pop it like Gotti, playin' touchdown through my speakers

Put all my jewelry on in my car before a **** ain't touchin' me neither

I just touched down in Houston

It's just me and my shooter

I ain't payin no plugs, I got more free bands than scooter

Gotta body in your past and depend on your future

How you be with crips and be with bloods? 'Cause the money went neutral

If you see me with geesky, two lambos and two yeekies

A **** playin', he leakin', they call me mister no speakin'

Might be the hustler of the century

Richest **** I know, still under investigation, tryna duck the penitentiary

Streets talk too much, please do not mention me

We're at war, four for **** touch an inch of men

I was up with Gotti, he had sent for me

Drive from Texas to Tennessee

Pandemic price like thirty-three

Bricks and water was ten a piece

Get it wrapped like a gift from me

It was grey, I do my thing

Turnin' blue, call her Tiffany, I'm a dawg

Fuck around with that food, only way I really eat

All the commentsvdon't get to me, I come from out the project

Ay, put a mill in that water, stuck my arm in it, Vince Carter

They thought I died in the Charger but the shooter ain't they target

So y'all blame them for the slaughter

Put down my history to mark it

Answer my call

Apartment walk out

Big blick in my joggers

Notorious like Big Papa

But I ain't goin' like Chris Wallace

This city know who they God was, they beggin' for me to stop it

The reason they don't ride with topless

No sympathy, that's on mamas

You either in or you out it

Don't even question me about it, ****