Boo & Gotti - Freestyle lyrics

(Talking) (Gotti) Yo Boo, Irv Gotti, Black, and BJ outta wait the f** up here man sh** done hit the fan, let's do dis sh** man. Fo real (Boo) Let's do it, what the f**. There ain't Nuthin else to be said (Gotti) Yo, I got a empire with n***as with thug in they blood I admire dem n***as, My desire is figgas Rockland b**h, why hire some k**as? Gotti heat like hail son and fire dem n***as Pop off 2 clips, Top off new six Rock frost blue wrist, still cop two bricks Cook crack in the pot, Push pats on the block co*k the Glock, pop up like jack in a box He crazy insane, mommys say loco I even push 'caine when the blow is slow And when the dough got low, I got the high 'fo Back in the same hood on the block for 'mo Doorags, saggin pants, I'm baggin grams n***as smokin the joke, and den laughin at "What if I get to blast a man?" Aw sh**! Boo watch out! (gunshot and then talking) Oh sh**, you capped dat n***a yo (Boo) You think I just got nice? Well I been at n***as throats til it even got worse And I got hennessy and coke in my system Hot chicks, I f** em and diss em I'm out to cop bricks, cut em and split em Put plenty in the bag, 20s on the jag I'm a big faced getter, you get panties and brag Fo Fo too heavy so I'm bustin the sag Slow dough, that's petty, I ain't f**in wit dat It's fo real when I spit these bars And cats like "Damn, How dis lil n***a get new cars?" Stay high all day run around with thugs flippin pies all day Rockland n***a, so you better make way cuz we comin for n***as Got guns? We ain't runnin from n***as, I know you heard dat! (Gotti) My real b**hes! Sometimes I'm less than a b**h, never trustin a b**h I'd rather get head than be f**in a b**h (Boo) And it ain't nuthin different, that's the way we roll It be them lame a** n***as given dough to hoes (Gotti) Before I pay for a brick, she taste da sh** Put her back on a bus wit it taped to her hips (Boo) All my mommys rock Gucci If we in the whip, put the dope in her koochie (Gotti) All my chicks like Snoopy I like dykes dat like dykes But I don't like groupies I Use to like tootie, and dat's a fact for ya life (Boo) I got chicks dat smoke, some roll dice Others like to fight, but they all love ice (Gotti) Hip hop n***as, they all thugs right? Nah, get dropped n***a, betta get plugged right Boo and Gotti true pimps, Rockland 4 life Get it right! (Both) Rockland! (Gotti) For life n***a! (Both) Boo and Gotti