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system - gotti03 lyrics

ayyye

(verse 1)
these b*tches be tripping
got lean in my system
you rappers is victims
i’m hunting
ice in my cup i ain’t stunting
these n*ggas be tripping and bugging
that bl!ck on my hip i be clutching
ya b*tch on my d*ck keep me busting
she told me that you is like nothing
that sh*t is so wicked (aye)
said you a problem this bl!ck help you fit it
got gl!cks with extension
the scene be horrific
messy
f*cking that b*tch and her bestie
she came and the feelings got messy
but i cannot cuff her
stacking them racks for my mother
i soaked up the game from my brothers
they taught a young n*gga to breathe for the paper
the b*tches come later
just don’t trust thy neighbor
live by the gun you gone die by the sword
live up today we could die by tomorrow
this sh*t is so real
the n*ggas that k!ll
ain’t got no picks
so you better ride with that bl!ck with a switch
just in case a n*gga jump for them bricks
hunnit shots we young dolfing his whip
big ass 40 keep it glued to my hip
n*ggas cloning need a crew for my drip
b*tches starting act a fool for the kid
act a fool for the kid
please don’t move for your hip
got a tool with a clip
only shoot for the head
up the toast for the bread
best not loaf or you dead
b*tch we know you the feds
roll up these runtz we be smoking the dead
froggy ass n*gga get shot in they hairs
start minding your business this private affairs
you switch in my lane i’m switching my gears
goo vroom
f*cking my b*tch to this tune
blacker than the dark side of the moon
grammy awards see it coming soon
down for war got a ton of goons
n*ggas acting like it’s something to prove
ain’t sh*t for me
get a clip for free
know i grip the piece
bet you n*ggas c
leave a n*gga b
a young n*gga beast
don’t be a be a victim
hope them n*ggas listen
make they mamma miss em on gang
n*ggas listen make they mamma miss em
(verse 2)
b*tchs be tripping
got lean in my system
you know i be sipping
i love it
i fingered that b*tch out in public
let’s switch up the subject
i’m shooting no buckets
you rappers is puppets
they taking you
breaking you
down to the core
you n*ggas is wh0res
i’m made from the 4
the sh*t that i saw
i can’t let it break me
this life is so crazy
got 99 problems like jay z
got humid some shots in this 80
they breaking ya ribs
run in your crib
and aim at your wig
give all you got
or this 50 gone pop
b*tch i need all the gaup
i go chief for that woc
that’s gorillas in coups
spin*on they block we gone burn out and shoot
keep me a blazers think craig for the suit
38 with me it came from the boot
b*tch i’m the greatest put pain in the booth
and that’s real sh*t
spin*on they block we going spill sh*t
demons with me keep a 30 to k!ll sh*t
chopped and screwed so you know we gone drill sh*t
n*ggas p*ssy make a way for the real sh*t
chopped and screwed so you know we gone drill sh*t
stephen curry keep a team full of shooters
gotti like pops and you n*ggas my juniors
come to your crib and flip sh*t like a mover
no tuba you pressing my b*ttons my glock get to dumping
choppa be singing that tec get to humming
chase down the block and then slam just like drummond
demon clock b*tch you know how we coming
demon clock b*tch you know how me aye*
(outro)
f*ck is you talking about?
spin through his hood we gone stall him out
i’m in this b*tch working you hear me?
in this b*tch working you hear me?
aye turn me up in the headphones
dp b*tch

gang
gang
gang
gang

- gotti03 lyrics

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