John Gotti

Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi

Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati

Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body

And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body

Sideways, coupe be out my body

Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body

And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze

I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti

(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)

John Gotti

'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit

I feel like John Gotti

It ain't shit to send a hit

I feel like John Gotti

My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw

In Alexandria, yeah it's nothing for to get it gone

With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it gangster

Gon' be a god in New Orleans like that **** Daymond

Landlord in the south like my **** Lucci

Corvette in front of David Ways

Screeching free Lee Lucas

Fuck that **** bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas

(Uh-uh, yeah, say it, say free Lee Luc- yeah)

Beeto and Bryan, bitch, I just got off the phone with 'em

My old friends hatin', sending me the wrong signals

My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him?

You got them college ****, fool, I be with stone killers

Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi

Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati

Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body

And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body

Sideways, coupe be out my body

Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body

And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze

I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti

(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)

John Gotti

'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit

I feel like John Gotti

It ain't shit to send a hit

I feel like John Gotti

Praise to Allah, I was born a god

With the murder game, I'm righteous

Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding

I don't know another just like it

I love Bunker, but despite the love

I don't know what made him dislike it

But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck

And we screeching off like lightening

Fast, doing the dash, you bitch on my ass

She want me to smash

Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash

Drika she bad and she into bags

Up in the Louis, Emilia Pucci, I tell 'em it's Gucci

When they want them bands

I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry

'Cause I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I don't get tired

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi

Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati

Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body

And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body

Sideways, coupe be out my body

Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body

And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze

I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti

(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)

John Gotti

'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit

I feel like John Gotti

It ain't shit to send a hit

I feel like John Gotti