aye you know im crazy right ? niggas go white dis , dat (quit fucking me , white everything) a lil bitch i fuck with bout she want white cat . You know dis my right ? (hoe you crazy) ass nigga
I got in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past Home run, that boy out the park, loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
Streets Talkin Gotti been good niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the you know how go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint fuck wit em nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah... When i get off the road I back to my town new whips, new watch, fuck me, its goin down own family hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a was doin bad, but momma got a smile, brother still wild i gotta get money i just had another child, they say im gettin fat,guess im good 20 in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI, Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i think ahead
I got base in the trunk, on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, the yankees when i come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, series, that boy hustle smart
My city rootin for me the club owners mad i wont come to kick it for under 25 & u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans see u aint a real nigga so dats sumthin u understand but if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans i would of been clicked on u bitches nd doin a quarter off n da can but imma keep on grindin nd keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand imma kill u softly every time i ride pass what da fuck make u beef wit me like u street as me running round here talking down bitch u aint use to be wit me bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me bitch u aint use to eat wit me bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street yo fuck ass aint no real g tell me where dey do dat at gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set do anything for a check, ok dats cool but dont fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper nd mo bigger & wen ever im n town bitch im rite here on shady vista my jewlry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn my lil niggas got mo paper my lil niggas dont even rap runnin talk bout u got signed bitch u still livin in da trap!!!!!!
I got in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a going strong 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the when i come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle