Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didnt know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin tongue if he told oh, yeah
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star
That Maybach, Im whippin it, nah, its not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains ooh
Slatt business, no rat business, whats happenin?
Yak Gotti Yak, Yak, Yak, fashion statement when Im steppin it
Im with StickBaby, stick is my preference
Call the young niggas and walk out at Jefferys
Im a big gangster, drip out with etiquette
Dead Presis, know how that we stackin
We keep em, we pray that we might as well bury em
Maniac Gotti, Im fresh out the blender
I jump out the system, I feel like Barbarian
Due to the fake love, Biscotti, Im coughin
Im coughin, I need me some motherfuckin medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Elliot
We dont speak on em, lil boy, they irrelevant
Big opp shit, ride chopsticks
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge
Thats two clips, spin the block again
Blue tips in the two-tone F.N
Blue strips on the dead presidents
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since
Beat a murder case, it aint no evidence
Let you know not to tell a nigga again Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak
Let go the stand, I let go my ho slatt
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didnt know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin tongue if he told oh, yeah
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star
That Maybach, Im whippin it, nah, its not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane hold on the drip
Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains ooh
Yeah, Im rockin Margielas
Im droppin the top, and Im in all vintage oh, yeah
Yeah, she givin the drop on the opp, so his car is all dented
Youll never know what them Slimes did
Never ever, just know youll fail the mission
Four pockets full in Amiri jeans, yeah, and it was all business lets go
Five-star meals, now Im sayin my grace
I aint no ho, so you know that Im straight
You can give us tests, Im YSL-dripped down, know we gon ace it
Im wearin all white in a red coupe, dawg, lookin just like drip me
Im with Slatt Gotti and Lil Gotit, know this shit so slatt business
Know Ima pop it like always pop it, stackin it up tall ways hood baby
Diamonds on Wendys Frosty, yeah, I been cold all day hood baby
All my brothers on my team, know they ball like Spalding hood baby
My lil partner, he caught him a body and a lick, just know Im all in slatt, slatt, slatt
In, in when it come to you Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didnt know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin tongue if he told oh, yeah, lets go
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star hood baby
That Maybach, Im whippin it, nah, its not Audi rings hood baby
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane hood baby
Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains slatt, slatt, slatt
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